Verse 1: Young Dougie Blow
Aye j say f** the fakes so f** em
And make remakes, like for gosh sakes
They ain't got what it really takes i be
Bakein the n***a's like bakers do damn
Cakes, .. aww i do the f**en most yet
U wonder y i allways f**en boast
Money taker money maker and thts
The truth bein doin this sh** for longest
Since my youth. fakes hate my game
So i just let em hate, ain't gone run
From no rhyme debate. so fakes can
Stay fake while i stay real, don't f**
Wit me u already kno the deal
Hook: Lil JJ
Man, n***as is fake, Fresh Mula keep it real
Ya girl stay glued to me, like I'm the car, she's the wheels
I ain't a p**y, my n***a I will k**
Lindsay Lohan rich as f**, but the b**h wanna steal
But like I said, n***as is fake
I like my p**y sweet, sweet as a cake Uh
Verse 2: Lil JJ
Yeah, b**hes fake, n***as fake, That's what this song's about
I'm making it rain, these n***as causing droughts
Ha, numbers don't lie, my favorite is 69
All I got is green, them n***as color blind
& these days, I can't tell the real from the fakes
I made Xavier President, that was no mistake
I'm a vampire, ya better grab ya stake
& if you f** with me, I'll cut you up, you can end up on a tray
Yeah, we blowing kush around, no need for a ash tray
I will shoot yo a** up, cut ya up, & then you'll get raked
Nothing Is Promised, that's the new motto
Fresh Mula the best, that's what I know
Chorus x 3