Brett Domino - Fake Friends lyrics

I'm a hard-hitter, big baller See me in da club, I be letting mad dollar fly I lie, my cash got the queens head Darwin on the back, thin metallic dash thread The bouncers all know me They be like, hey homie VIP for me & Steven an' our cronies Smellin' fresh, sippin' on negronies Ladies looking over like, telephone me People say YOLO so time to play All through the night ‘til the break of day But for just one night Yeah, tonight I'm like No, I don't want to tear sh** up No, I don't want to get f****ed up All I really want to do is stay home with my fake friends No, I don't want to double up No, I don't want to hit a club All I really want to do is stay home with my fake friends Yeah, this time last weekend I was out with my clique and I say with no pretence, we do this quite frequently Propping up bars ‘n' drinking like Tarzan would If he hadn't've been raised by the Mangani apes Drake. Shapes. Thrown down on the dancefloor Sk**s so deadly, cover your mouth it might be airborne Fire so many shots that they all call me the machine gun Hands up in the air as soon as I predict the kick drum Don't look at me like that Don't try to drag me out, I will fight back Now and again, I just want my fake friends