B.B.W.W x Fake Show - Tory Lanez

Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly crashed it

Spinnin' out on a highway, 720 in a Aspin

Bad bitch in the passeng', seen her whole life flashin'

Ray whippin' a McLaren right behind me, nigga, spun right past him

Thank God I’m alive

Thank God but I probably gotta spend a bank job on a ride

Back bumper, white Wraith, cost 19k, uh

But that ain’t nothin' in my safe, uh

All you rappers ain’t safe, uh, let me say it with the bass, uh

All you rappers ain’t safe, uh, all you singers ain’t safe, uh

First single had me in the crib puttin' platinum plaques into place

Dropped Luv, went top Pop, Club, everything just grace

Grammy-nominated on the first album, motherfuckers see the face

Look at me

I know these niggas is trippin', these niggas is shook of me

Bust down, bust down, bust down, Raphael, what you did to me?

I need the money at last, I need the money advance

Tell me the money is near, I ain’t comin' out the van

Key close, gotta keep hoes by the G code, got three hoes in a G4

Got A, B, C, D, F, G, X, Y and Z hoes

I’m still ballin' like D. Rose, I’m still poppin' on Vevos

I’m still lookin' like, wait, still sippin' on tea soles

My dick giant like Fifo, if you need know

Money singin' in a C-Note like Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti-Do

Did it for my niggas back home

In a fiend house, sellin' crack on a trap phone in a crack home

Winter time gettin' cold, had to go to Bramaleas

Steal a jacket up out of Jack Jones

Rogers had me gettin' mad at the phone bill, switchin' to the black phone, yeah

I had to switch to a Telus, ain’t really shit you could tell us

All of y’all niggas is jealous, ah

Runnin' through the check, money upset, all of these niggas is mad at me

Ten chains, buy ten rings on a nigga, lookin' like the swag daddy

I can’t keep a girlfriend, too busy tryna make the bag happy

Cali girly throw it back at me in a back ally and a cat daddy, yeah

I say bust down, bust down, I throw dick at your bitch

She gon' touchdown, touchdown, bitch, I’m up now, what now?

Fuck 'bout what you talkin' 'bout, that shit sound like us now

My shit sound like what now?

Part 2: Fake Show

Prayin' that my exes don’t ever get famous

Or flex on me with a rapper or an entertainer

Life in this business come with these different dangers

You rather lie to me, tell me you still an angel

How you still an angel?

You be lyin', you just fuck some niggas on me and claim you see it from

different angles

I see the danger

I find it crazy, shit, I know you as a good girl

Tipper flow, tripper turned stripper

Last night, call, I had sex off liquor

Trash bag full of every dollar at the bar

That you kneelin' down to pick up for these niggas throwin' it up

You hate it when niggas gettin' dirty with they ones though

They the reason why you 'bout to get them Louboutins though

They the reason why you 'bout to get your rent paid

Tell them hoes throwin' shade, they should wear their best shades

She gon' make a thousand on a bad day

10 hour shift and she don’t ever take a half-day

Told me dancin' was her pathway

And did it to the fullest 'cause she hate to leave it halfway

Hol' up, bust it, I can’t, trust it

Fuckin' with you got me goin' way up out the budget

Pour a shot up, this is for the last night

Last night, before I lost you to the fast life

Good girl gone bad, you gon' do your thing

Anything to get the bag, gon' do your thing

If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag (ooh)

If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the, do it for the

(Skinny girl in my donk)

Good girl gone bad, you gon' do your thing

(She don’t dance but she dance)

Puttin' on a fake show, you gon' do your thing

(She lookin' for the bag)

If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag

(She don’t dance but she dance)

If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the—