"No Fakin" lyrics

I'm so fuckin' rich, I'm a young rich bastard
Bitch, I'm in the trap house, we gon' make a—
(Say that again, I'm goin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Your bitch got fucked, by bah bah
Your mans got smoked, by bah bah
Your pint got sipped, by bah bah
Your bitch got fucked, by bah bah
Your mans got killed, by bah bah
Your pint got sipped, by bah bah
Oh shit, oh my god
Oh my god, I'm so fuckin' rich, oh my god

I done gave, mm
I done gave these niggas a name with they style and what they claim
Who is you? What I say go around this bitch, ain't nothin' changed
Let me tell you, nigga couldn't pour no juice, that's it, won't buy no drank, mhm
Broke ass stay with green and negative in the bank, mm
These niggas ain't got no money, it just be me inside the bank
Scuffed my Rick Owens, sky is sunny, I might not smile 'cause I ain't fake
Told my lil' ho you slippin' on yo' shit, she might just take your place, mm

I said she want your place, wonder what she'll do just for your spot
It's hard to choose, all these hoes in here on us, they want the cock
They say I'm rude, all these hoes in line, but my bitch at the top
Don't get confused, none of these niggas gangsta, most of these niggas cops
They sit and gossip 'bout what they gon' do, let me tell you, I think not
My lil' shit wanna fuck all the time, she say I hit the spot
Grab my green soda, I don't even gotta measure, full pint into the pop
Know I'm the one, take a look at my wrist, every day a different watch, mhm
She need be on punishment, no makeup, she so bad
But sometimes you gotta let the lil' bitch go, that's a headache you will have
I'm in the club, 'boutta let this shit go, she climb that pole so fast, hm
I don't know, that shit out my control, so all my hoes gon' brag, hm
These hoes that think they in control is not gon' start no fam', mhm
My favorite ho from overseas right now, she fine and dandy
For some reason, she don't wanna sleep with no clothes on, not even no panties
I thank God for every scam I ever did, they came in handy

Your bitch got fucked, by bah bah
Your mans got killed, by bah bah
Your pint got sipped, by bah bah
Your bitch got fucked, by bah bah
Your mans got smoked, by bah bah
Your pint got sipped, by bah bah

I done gave, mm
I done gave these niggas a name with they style and what they claim
Who is you? What I say go around this bitch, ain't nothin' changed
Let me tell you, nigga couldn't pour no juice, that's it, won't buy no drank, mhm
Broke ass stay with green and negative in the bank, mm
These niggas ain't got no money, it just be me inside the bank
Scuffed my Rick Owens, skies is sunny, I might not smile 'cause I ain't fake
Told my lil' ho you slippin' on yo' shit, she might just take your place, mm

My pop full of Quagen, when I mix red and I mix Wock', hm
I miss when cousin Pete would called for drank when he run out, hm
I still got the Tris pint, he was sippin' this at the house, hm
You could ask the streets the results of playin' this shit or come find out, hm
I can't even let niggas know I feel some way, they stay in the house, hm
You can't even let niggas know 'bout demonstrate, they'll turn to mouse, hm
He makin' pape, it never be no chase, I found the route
He makin' pape, I just ran up a safe, my watch a house
This bitch a ten, that smell made her a zero without a doubt, hm
My body full of diamonds, that piece on me, it bling-blaow
I think I know it all, except for how to be a bum, I don't know how
Right hand to God, if I stand on all my money, I'll dunk on Yao

Your bitch got fucked, by bah bah
Your mans got killed, by bah bah
Your pint got sipped, by bah abh
Your bitch got fucked, by bah bah
Your mans got smoked, by bah bah
Your pint got sipped, by bah bah

Some shit I can't tell you
Oh my god
I done gave these niggas a name with they style and what they claim