Fake in You (feat. Richie Rozay)

She could call me crazy shit at least she calling It feels better when we fucking in this penthouse ooh Mix the Givenchy with red bottom Got a couple Amiri jeans out of patron too And I need 25 every time I fucking making a move With these Cartier frames, I could see the fake in you Busted out the bando Jugg I need it right now She calling my phone so much, cause I lay the pipe down She could call me crazy shit at least she calling It feels better when we fucking in this penthouse ooh Mix the Givenchy with red bottom Got a couple Amiri jeans out of patron too And I need 25 every time I fucking making a move With these Cartier frames, I could see the fake in you Busted out the bando Jugg I need it right now She calling my phone so much, cause I lay the pipe down She could call me crazy, shit Atleast she calling When she call my phone, turn away ignore it You wanna be around, you see me balling Stabbed me right in my back, so deep you made me fall in yea yea 6 feet under, fell right in my coffin mhmm You want ya man back, too late you lost em yea Too busy popping these Percocets mhmm I deal with the pain, I feel it in my chest yea Reminiscing bout that perky sex Swavorski crystals all on my neck Or I Rock the chain wit the VVS And if a nigga gotta problem, aiming for his vest mhmm She could call me crazy shit at least she calling It feels better when we fucking in this penthouse ooh Mix the Givenchy with red bottom Got a couple Amiri jeans out of patron too And I need 25 every time I fucking making a move With these Cartier frames, I could see the fake in you Busted out the bando Jugg I need it right now She calling my phone so much, cause I lay the pipe down She could call me crazy shit at least she calling It feels better when we fucking in this penthouse ooh Mix the Givenchy with red bottom Got a couple Amiri jeans out of patron too And I need 25 every time I fucking making a move With these Cartier frames, I could see the fake in you Busted out the bando Jugg I need it right now She calling my phone so much, cause I lay the pipe down Kartier frames I could see the fake in you mhmm The way you moving, I like the things you do I mixed Givenchy wit the jimmy choo Diamonds all on ya frame hit Elliot for the ring yea You wasn't with me, had to walk in the rain Eliantte diamonds, dancing on my chain Mixed the purp with Fanta, had to make codeine All these Adderalls is just hitting my soul Left-right, which way do I go? I stabbed my friend in his back, he had to go mhm Can't deal with the fake shit, can't deal with it no more Kicked the bitch from the front, feds coming from the back door She could call me crazy shit at least she calling It feels better when we fucking in this penthouse ooh Mix the Givenchy with red bottom Got a couple Amiri jeans out of patron too And I need 25 every time I fucking making a move With these Cartier frames, I could see the fake in you Busted out the bando Jugg I need it right now She calling my phone so much, cause I lay the pipe down She could call me crazy shit at least she calling It feels better when we fucking in this penthouse ooh Mix the Givenchy with red bottom Got a couple Amiri jeans out of patron too And I need 25 every time I fucking making a move With these Cartier frames, I could see the fake in you Busted out the bando Jugg I need it right now She calling my phone so much, cause I lay the pipe down Walk in the rain Rain