B.b.w.w X Fake Show Lyrics - Tory Lanez

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? 

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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 

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