Hook:
And she playing all these games
Yea she playing all these games, yea
Yea she playing all these games, playing all these games
Yea she playing all these games, yea
Yea she playing all these games
She don't know I'm gon' come up on fame, yea
She don't even know her ngga lame, yea
She don't know she staying in her lane, yea
I'm in a Hellcat, I'm in my lane, yea
I won't snap her back, I'm in my fame yea
And I'ma never fade yea
I'm too rich for fakes yea
Verse:
None of my shit is ever fake though
Y'all pouring Robitussin into your Faygo
Hes are real, I can't fck with a fake he
Hes on vacation so I call her my lake he
I got a lake house
If she really bout it, I'ma eat it like takeout
I might have to leave her but I won't bring the rake out
Dry conversations but that pssy wet, I call her a lake drought
High School Dropout
Ain't no Lil Tjay, but I'ma mtherfcking pop out
Ain't no Polo G, but I'm the goat, I got the top down
Feel like Michael Jackson, I'm the king and I make pop now
He might just get popped now, but this sht ain't no Thriller
Nggas scary like some zombies when they asked to pull the trigger
Hold my glick like a banana, like I'm shooting at gorillas
Shoot at his feet and make him dance, nggas think he making Trillers
She be walking through my thoughts at 2am
I be knocking 'fore I realize where I am
Staring at the clock until I see hand
Pulled up to her spot and I didn't even have a plan, yea
I didn't even have a plan B, got her legs poppin-lockin like she's Bambi
I wrestle the pssy, RKO like I'm Randy Orton
If I gave dck then you know she want more then
She know my sht of the highest importance
Got too many hoes, won't ever have a shortage
Got the new iPhone so that I could record it, I still need more storage
Blonde hair, blue eyes like Goldilocks
But you know that my btch is thicker than porridge
Got an accent like she ain't even been here
My car and my btch, I call them both foreign
Hook:
And she playing all these games
Yea she playing all these games, yea
Yea she playing all these games, playing all these games
Yea she playing all these games, yea
Yea she playing all these games
She don't know I'm gon' come up on fame, yea
She don't even know her ngga lame, yea
She don't know she staying in her lane, yea
I'm in a Hellcat, I'm in my lane, yea
I won't snap her back, I'm in my fame yea
And I'ma never fade yea
I'm too rich for fakes yea
Aye
I'm too rich for fakes, yea
Okay yea
Okay yea
I'm too rich for fakes, yea
I'ma say it again
I'm too rich for fakes, yea
And she playing all these games
Yea she playing all these games, yea
Yea she playing all these games, playing all these games
Yea she playing all these games, yea
Yea she playing all these games
She don't know I'm gon' come up on fame, yea
She don't even know her ngga lame, yea
She don't know she staying in her lane, yea
I'm in a Hellcat, I'm in my lane, yea
I won't snap her back, I'm in my fame yea
And I'ma never fade yea
I'm too rich for fakes yea
Verse:
None of my shit is ever fake though
Y'all pouring Robitussin into your Faygo
Hes are real, I can't fck with a fake he
Hes on vacation so I call her my lake he
I got a lake house
If she really bout it, I'ma eat it like takeout
I might have to leave her but I won't bring the rake out
Dry conversations but that pssy wet, I call her a lake drought
High School Dropout
Ain't no Lil Tjay, but I'ma mtherfcking pop out
Ain't no Polo G, but I'm the goat, I got the top down
Feel like Michael Jackson, I'm the king and I make pop now
He might just get popped now, but this sht ain't no Thriller
Nggas scary like some zombies when they asked to pull the trigger
Hold my glick like a banana, like I'm shooting at gorillas
Shoot at his feet and make him dance, nggas think he making Trillers
She be walking through my thoughts at 2am
I be knocking 'fore I realize where I am
Staring at the clock until I see hand
Pulled up to her spot and I didn't even have a plan, yea
I didn't even have a plan B, got her legs poppin-lockin like she's Bambi
I wrestle the pssy, RKO like I'm Randy Orton
If I gave dck then you know she want more then
She know my sht of the highest importance
Got too many hoes, won't ever have a shortage
Got the new iPhone so that I could record it, I still need more storage
Blonde hair, blue eyes like Goldilocks
But you know that my btch is thicker than porridge
Got an accent like she ain't even been here
My car and my btch, I call them both foreign
Hook:
And she playing all these games
Yea she playing all these games, yea
Yea she playing all these games, playing all these games
Yea she playing all these games, yea
Yea she playing all these games
She don't know I'm gon' come up on fame, yea
She don't even know her ngga lame, yea
She don't know she staying in her lane, yea
I'm in a Hellcat, I'm in my lane, yea
I won't snap her back, I'm in my fame yea
And I'ma never fade yea
I'm too rich for fakes yea
Aye
I'm too rich for fakes, yea
Okay yea
Okay yea
I'm too rich for fakes, yea
I'ma say it again
I'm too rich for fakes, yea
( Cho1we )
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