"Cut All That" lyrics

When you fake it 'til you make it
You don't wanna fake it too much where people can call you out on your bullshit
You don't wanna walk around with fake jewelry because
One day, somebody with some real jewelry
Or somebody that can spot fake jewelry is gonna call you out
Do not cap, especially when it comes to women
Don't be cappin' to women because
Women gon' be able to call you on your bullshit

[Juicy J:]
Uh-huh, fuck all that (Fuck all that)
All that fake it 'til you make it shit, fuck all that (Fuck all that)
On my grind 'til I get it, nigga, fuck all that (Fuck all that)
All that fake love shit, need to cut all that (Cut all that)
Fuck all that (Fuck all that), fuck all that (Fuck all that)
Stand on business when you see me, nigga, fuck all that (Fuck all that)
Quit explainin' me your answers, fuck all that (Fuck all that)
I'm tired of givin' people chances, fuck all that (Fuck all that)

Niggas hate to see you winnin', when you ballin', they foul you
I never do the shit you niggas do to go viral
And these hoes tryna trap a nigga just to survive
She wanna have a nigga baby, she don't wanna work 9 to 5
Man, you can't trust these niggas no further than you can throw 'em
As soon as you go get you some paper, they think you owe 'em
Give 'em chance after chance, but they sit on they ass
Need to get rid of that baggage and go get 'em a bag
Fuck that, you got the right one, fresh as hell
Stomp a nigga out in some white 1s, put some ice on it
Throwin' rocks and hidin' your hand, you ain't no man, you a bitch
Ain't no backtrackin', we gon' make you stand on that shit (Make you stand on that shit)

Fuck all that (Fuck all that)
All that fake it 'til you make it shit, fuck all that (Fuck all that)
On my grind 'til I get it, nigga, fuck all that (Fuck all that)
All that fake love shit, need to cut all that (Cut all that)
Fuck all that (Fuck all that), fuck all that (Fuck all that)
Stand on business when you see me, nigga, fuck all that (Fuck all that)
Quit explainin' me your answers, fuck all that (Fuck all that)
I'm tired of givin' people chances, fuck all that (Fuck all that)

[Project Pat:]
Why you lettin' people run you over? (Eugh) That ain't actin' sober (Eugh)
Life can be a highway, it can run you over
Vipers and cobras weighin' on your shoulders (Tss)
Pressure bust pipes and you gettin' older
Why you dealin' with that mess and all that stress? (Why?)
He be beatin' the brakes up off you, you tryna guess
Is the love pure or fake? Need to keep it real
He just keepin' you around 'cause you payin' bills
Still crackin' seals, smokin' weed, poppin' pills
PlayStation with his homies, Macaroni Tony
You prayin' to God, but to yourself, don't keep it true
Accordin' to your faith, it's gon' be done to you

[Juicy J:]
Fuck all that (Fuck all that)
All that fake it 'til you make it shit, fuck all that (Fuck all that)
On my grind 'til I get it, nigga, fuck all that (Fuck all that)
All that fake love shit, need to cut all that (Cut all that)
Fuck all that (Fuck all that), fuck all that (Fuck all that)
Stand on business when you see me, nigga, fuck all that (Fuck all that)
Quit explainin' me your answers, fuck all that (Fuck all that)
I'm tired of givin' people chances, fuck all that (Fuck all that)