Fi'yah - Sex Faces lyrics

Yea, uh huh Sex faces, s** faces, s** faces yeah (D.O.P.E) You must be used to the finer things (Don't do it) Yea, Fi'yah [Verse 1] She caught in an illusion, from picking and choosing Thought she had it all, didn't know she was losing Just s**ing and f**ing, asking for hundreds They say rags to riches but instead it's sponges She absorb all the dirt to get the shiny accessories Showing off like gallery, draining n***as salaries Talking all sweet but she an early cavity Can't see she rotten, beauty blinding n***as reality The n***a that she f**ing, ain't giving no weeding ring You know the type of n***a who ain't thinking about settling Just exchanging f** faces, fulfilling temptation If she f** him good he might pay her education Gold digger status, living lavish, Louie, Gucci fabrics think she all established With expensive habits and runway fashion Everybody wanna ride, she the finest attraction Lacking empathy, preoccupied with fantasies k**ing bank account never leaving apologies She ran away from home didn't like her reality Dropped out college, had a trifling mentality You going back to school? She laughing hysterically Why do that when I got a n***a that take care of me She crazy always got her hand out for something Gold digging acting like she deserve something [Hook] You must be used to all the finer Things Infatuated bout with what money brings It's seems to me you hoes will never change So all that's left is for us to exchange [Verse 2-Lil Arthur] Ain't it ironic how she used to skip first cla**? Now all she ever wanna do is sit in first cla** With a baller, popping bottles and them expensive tags Tryna make a k**ing off of looks, body bags So she can get that new Gucci bag or that Louie bag Ridin' round town in her newest jag Cell phone contacts looking like an American flag Star after star but lil' momma ain't tryna brag Just don't wanna f** with a n***a, Similar to her dad That's a dead beat that will skip in a heartbeat And she the type of chick that like to tell a n***a to go deep In them pockets and wallets cuz she ain't cheap See momma had to struggle and hustle Hustle and struggle, so she listened and learned and made a promise to do better So how could you blame her, how could I blame her So next time u see me don't you act like a stranger See I'm far from a rich n***a No seven figures but she still give up them seven figure Talking bout if her sponsor find out he through with ya And Telling me how the famous n***as the lamest n***as I just roll up and laugh with ya Wasting time like it came inside a cup or something Before you know it you throwing up money like you sick or something [Hook]