Fake Love ft. M.O.F. Meech Lyrics

(Mmmm, mmmm)

Pray I make it home God fearing man

Don't fear these niggas

She want me to stay

I gotta leave, I gotta get it

Tryna make a move

Cause I need food up on my plate

Yeah I'm tryna shoot my shot

Like I just signed with Golden State

You said you love me, then you love me

So don't play round

Said you rolling with me

You wasn't with me on the way out

So I'm coming dolo, show up solo on the way up

Balling on them niggas, man it's easy like a layup

Focus on the money, no I don't got time to layup

Balling on them niggas, I'm a boss, you taking pay cuts

Remember I ain't have it, so I'm tryna get it fast

Living life up in the moment, I know nothing ever last

I was down, up on my ass, then I got inside my bag

Feel my presence in the room, I'm the best she never had

Clean that shit up like a broom

Sweep yo bitch right off her feet

Yeah I know you want it too but you don't want it more than me

Keep that fake love from around me got me feelin lonely

They be trynna talk down, they don't really know me

Got it on my own now, they ain't help or show me

Flexing I feel swole now, lookin like I'm Broly

(Keep that fake love from 'round me, keep that shit from round me)

Aye, we got a problem, nigga come on, ain't no talking 'bout it

Nigga in my city, niggas run up chalking bodies

Backwood, Russian Crème, stuff it with exotic

I remember I was broke nigga, now I'm up (now I'm up)

Smoke a couple to the face nigga, now I'm stuck (now I'm stuck)

From the six, run a blitz, feel like we the Bucks (bucks)

I remember hittin plays out my Honda Truck

You said you love me, then you love me that ain't shit to play about

You said you was ride or die guess you chose a different route

Every time I put in effort, I was looking like a clown

I'm so tired of fake love, gotta watch who you keep 'round

You said you love me, then you love me

So don't play round

Said you rolling with me

You wasn't with me on the way out

So I'm coming dolo, show up solo on the way up

Balling on them niggas, man it's easy like a layup

Focus on the money, no I don't got time to layup

Balling on them niggas, I'm a boss, she taking pay cuts

Remember I ain't have it, so I'm tryna get it fast

Living life up in the moment, I know nothing ever last

I was down, up on my ass, then I got inside my bag

Feel my presence in the room, I'm the best she never had

Clean that shit up like a broom

Sweep yo bitch right off her feet

Yeah I know you want it too but you don't want it more than me

Keep that fake love from around me got me feelin lonely

They be trynna talk down, they don't really know me

Got it on my own now, they ain't help or show me

Flexing I feel swole now, lookin like I'm Broly