FakeLuv Lyrics

Yeah

(C-Note wassup)

Ooh

Aye, aye, aye

Stuck, off the drink, rolling still, still ain't got no limit

Rack after rack, chasing m's, now you ain't got no feelings

Dropped out, bet the bank, I took some L's, now they know I'm winning

Took another lane, these niggas lame, girl you know I'm different yeah

I can't fuck with all this fake love, this shit ain't for me

Fell in love with catching plays, that paper all I need

Still fucked up bout who ain't make it, can't say R.I.P

Still chasing them bands, riding round in that Benz, know I'm coming right back when I leave yeah

Eyes on Japanese, balling bitch I'm out your league yeah

Breaking down o-z's, trapping hard ain't got no sleep yeah

Hotline call on me, hold your heart, she hard on me yeah

I got this Glock on the seat yeah, I'm from the bottom the deep yeah

Addicted to money, this shit like a molly

Lil bitch throw that ass like she came out of Follies

You see us with racks but we came out the projects

I want Alexander, I wanted Cavalli

Big body Benz, drive that bitch like Denali

We hot as hell, hiding from federales

Stuck in a maze like forever I'm grinding

Did it myself, never needed nobody

Bitch ass

Niggas love sneak dissing, what you getting at?

Shawty love telling lies, I ain't hearing that

Stayed down a long time, know I did that

If I want it then it's mine, ima spend that

Know my niggas with that iron trying to spin that

Face card can't decline, can't be a rat

Niggas all online, I ain't with that

You know you crossed me, but you know I won't change, won't speak on it

You know you lost me, but you know these lame niggas sleep on you

Still wilding, pop out, I'll creep on it

Still trying to figure why I keep going

Paralyzed by these lies I feel numb

They say fake love still real love yeah

Stuck, off the drink, rolling still, still ain't got no limit

Rack after rack, chasing m's, now you ain't got no feelings

Dropped out, bet the bank, I took some L's, now they know I'm winning

Took another lane, these niggas lame, girl you know I'm different yeah

I can't fuck with all this fake love, this shit ain't for me

Fell in love with catching plays, that paper all I need

Still fucked up bout who ain't make it, can't say R.I.P

Still chasing them bands, riding round in that Benz, know I'm coming right back when I leave yeah

Eyes on Japanese, balling bitch I'm out your league yeah

Breaking down o-z's, trapping hard ain't got no sleep yeah

Hotline call on me, hold your heart, she hard on me yeah

I got this Glock on the seat yeah, I'm from the bottom the deep yeah

(Damien I love you)