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

[Part 1 – B.B.W.W] [Verse 1] Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly crashed it Spinning out on a highway, 720 in a Aspin Bad b---h in the pa**enger, seen her whole life flashing Ray whipping a McLaren right behind me, n---a, spun right past him Thank God I’m alive Thank God but I probably spent a bank job on a ride Black bubble, white Wraith, cost 19k, uh But that ain’t none of my safe, uh All you rappers ain’t safe, uh Let me say it with the ba**, uh All you rappers ain’t safe, uh All you singers ain’t safe, uh First single had me in the crib putting platinum plaques into place Dropped Luv, went top hop club, everything just grace Grammy-nominated on the first album, now m-----------s see the face Look at me I know these n----s is tripping, these n----s are shooging me Bust down, bust down, bust down Raphael, what’d you do to me? I need the money at last I need the money advance Tell me the money is near, I ain’t coming out the van Key close, gotta keep hoes by the G code Got three hoes in a G4 Got A, B, C, D, E, F, G, X, Y and Z hoes I’m still balling like D. Rose I’m still popping off Vevos I’m still looking like, wait Still sipping on tea soles My d--k giant like Fifo, if you need know Money singing in a C-Note like Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do Did it for my n----s back home In a fiend house, selling crack on a trap phone in a crack home Winter time getting cold, had to go to grandma Lees Steal a jacket up out of Jack Jones Rodger telling me get mad at the phone bills, switching to the black phone, yeah I had to switch to a tellers Ain’t really s--t you could tell us All of y’all n----s is jealous, ah Running through the check, money upset All of these n----s is mad at me Ten chains, buy ten rings on a n---a look-alike swagged at me 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 feel d--k, it’s your b---h She gon’ touchdown, touchdown B---h, I’m up now, what now? F--k ’bout what you talking bout That s--t sound like us now My s--t sound like what now? [Part 2 – Fake Show] [Verse 2] I’m praying 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, tell me you still an angel How you still an angel? You be lying, you just f--k some n----s on me and claim you see it from different angles I see the danger I find her crazy, s--t, I know you as a good girl Triple flowing, trip returns, flipper Last night, call, I had s** off liquor Trash bag full of every dollar at the bar That you ain’t down to pick up for these n----s, throwing it up You hate it when n----s getting dirty with they ones Ain’t the reason why you ’bout to get them Louboutins though Ain’t the reason why you ’bout to get your rent paid Tell them hoes throwing shade, they should wear their best shades She gon’ make a thousand on a bad day 10 I was shipping, she don’t ever take a half day Just hold me down, was a pap boy I did it to the fullest ’cause she hate to leave it half way Hol’ up, bust it, I can’t, trust it F-----g with you got me going 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 [Outro] 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 If she ever do it, she gon’ do it for the bag Good girl gone bad, you go do your thing Skinny girl in my donk Anything to get the bag, go on do your thing She don’t dance but she dance If she ever do it, she gon’ do it for the bag She gon’ do it for the money If she ever do it, she gon’ do it for the bag She don’t dance but she dance