Caked up in fake love to get you high This sh** is gorgeous It's b**hin' with your fortunes One hundred medallions in a scout scrimpin' fortress Secret potions voted concealed emotions Grim-tilted-bounce-k**ing shades for his orbit And is hoping that they watchin' Before artists he's droppin' to the fifth and bet he boppin' A little boy coppin' Let the top down Aim straight Climbing in the middle A- Nother statistic for the... Caked up in fake love to get you high Let me ask you a question Fast - Do you want it? Fast- do you want it? How fast - Do you want it? How fast - Do you want it? How fast - Do you want it? How fast - Do you want it? Damn n***a how fast do you want it? The nights are getting stronger and the days are getting longer The buildings getting bigger Outside is getting smaller The lies are getting truer and the truth is getting brighter Things are looking blacker But black is looking whiter The price is getting higher and the buyers is the flyest The stars are never brighter The good up getting tired Yesterday you threw it 'cus you gots to have the new sh** And money always fools ya. So corny's getting cooler Nothing's gonna stop it if it's bound to turn a profit For this I might not do it For this I let you watch it Let me make a toast with champagne to commemorate these years that thuggin' went mainstream Where stars rise and fall and organize regimes And candidate themselves as some shiny card kings Convince us that they fake we seen 'em for sneakers and rings Tell us how they all down to k**in' times is steam To live they life off Triple beams And in the end never really was what they seemed But take a clip of me and Alexander McQueen Pose in front the Caddy painted candy money green Angels and devils Seven hundred dollar jeans And all the eyes will sparkle with at-any-cost gleam I know you know what I mean