B.B.W.W x Fake Show

Part 1: B.B.W.W [Verse 1] Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly crashed it Spinning out on a highway, 720 in a Aspin Bad bitch in the passenger, seen her whole life flashing Ray whipping a McLaren right behind me, nigga, spun right past him Thank God I'm alive Thank God but I probably spent a bank job on a ride Black bubble, white Wraith, cost 19k, uh But that ain't none of my safe, uh All you rappers ain't safe, uh Let me say it with the bass, uh All you rappers ain't safe, uh All you singers ain't safe, uh First single had me in the crib puttin' platinum plaques into place Dropped Luv, went top hop club, everything just grace Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face Look at me I know these niggas is trippin', these niggas are shoogin' me Bust down, bust down, bust down Raphael, what'd you do to me? I need the money at last I need the money advance Tell me the money is near, I ain't coming out the van Key close, gotta keep hoes by the G code Got three hoes in a G4 Got A, B, C, D, E, F, G, X, Y and Z hoes I'm still balling like D. Rose I'm still popping off Vevos I'm still looking like, wait Still sipping on tea soles My dick giant like Fifo, if you need know Money singing in a C-Note like Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do Did it for my niggas back home In a fiend house, selling crack on a trap phone in a crack home Winter time getting cold, had to go to grandma Lees Steal a jacket up out of Jack Jones Rodger tellin' me get mad at the phone bills, switchin' to the black phone, yeah I had to switch to a tellers Ain't really shit you could tell us All of y'all niggas is jealous, ah Running through the check, money upset All of these niggas is mad at me Ten chains, buy ten rings on a nigga look-alike swagged at me I can't keep a girlfriend, too busy tryna make the bag happy Cali girly throw it back at me in a back ally and a cat daddy, yeah I say bust down, bust down I feel dick, it's your bitch She gon' touchdown, touchdown Bitch, I'm up now, what now? Fuck 'bout what you talkin' bout That shit sound like us now My shit sound like what now? Part 2: Fake Show [Verse 2] I'm prayin' that my exes don't ever get famous Or flex on me with a rapper or an entertainer Life in this business come with these different dangers You rather lie, tell me you still an angel How you still an angel? You be lyin', you just fuck some niggas on me and claim you see it from different angles I see the danger I find her crazy, shit, I know you as a good girl Triple flowin', trip returns, flipper Last night, call, I had sex off liquor Trash bag full of every dollar at the bar That you ain't down to pick up for these niggas, throwin' it up You hate it when niggas gettin' dirty with they ones Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get them Louboutins though Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get your rent paid Tell them hoes throwin' shade, they should wear their best shades She gon' make a thousand on a bad day 10 I was shippin', she don't ever take a half day Just hold me down, was a pap boy I did it to the fullest 'cause she hate to leave it half way Hol' up, bust it, I can't, trust it Fuckin' with you got me goin' way up out the budget Pour a shot up, this is for the last night Last night, before I lost you to the fast life [Outro] Good girl gone bad, you gon' do your thing Anything to get the bag, gon' do your thing If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag Good girl gone bad, you go do your thing Skinny girl in my donk Anything to get the bag, go on do your thing She don't dance but she dance If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag She gon' do it for the money If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag She don't dance but she dance