Fake love Lyrics

Niggas jealous i see it in their face

You get money they feeling a way

Shit was slow had to pick up the pace

Getting money got no time to waste

You Ain't my brother

You moving too fake

I would of slid anyday

Loyalty taking that shit to the grave

All about me and my gang

Bitches be feenin' to fuck for the fame

They use to call me a lame

Went thru the struggle

I went thru the pain

That's why I just stay in my lane

Moving in silence you'll hear when i drop

If I'm in spot then she making it drop

Oh that's your wifey today she a thot

All on my body she making it hot

Sippin on dus now we litt in the spot

Who would of knew that a young nigga pop

Same ones who doubted now jacking the bop

Came up from nothing now I'm calling out shots like

Hold on wait

Like hold on wait

Like hold on wait

Like hold on wait

Talking that shit you won't say it to my face

Talking that shit you get sent to the gates

I catch a body I'm skipping em' states

I hit my target ain't making mistakes

Ain't No tay k but I'm doing the race

Money is the only thing i ever chase

Them niggas pussy won't say it to my face

Them niggas pussy won't say it to my face like