Fake Luv lyrics

[Intro]
(Topside)
Yeah
(This sh*t raw, man, I'm recordin' this sh*t, man, come on)
(All Topside sh*t, why not?)
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Yeah I know how I be (Ah)
Life full speed, got a pocket full of cash, I won't listen to a thing
Got it all figured out, chasin' money, f*ck a dream (Yeah, yeah)
f*ckin' b*tches by the twos, puttin' on for the team
I was wrong a couple times but I don't regret a thing
Man I started out with nothin' but I'm gettin' everything
Man I'm married to the streets, just without the wedding ring (Uh-huh)
I swear you can keep the love man, that sh*t don't mean a thing (f*ck that sh*t)

[Chorus: Billy Paul & Babyface Ray]
Everybody, everybody wants love baby, love
Yeah
(Just took my last sip, I'm done with this sh*t)

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
I'm runnin' laps through the mall shoppin', fatigue love
It ain't hard to spot a broke b*tch, her weave bold
Stuff 'em all full of racks, shorty with the team though
Got me cuttin', sellin' everything to get the cheese home
Hell yeah, I kicked the drink, I'm still on the P's though (Perc)
We was ridin' 'round with white, ask my n*gga Weez bro
I made it through it, man I'm blessed, I ain't even sneeze though
Push the Benz through Biscayne, tryna see what Sleez on (Sleez)
Rap politics, sh*t lame, but it's mandatory (I hate it)
Rappin' my life, public saddenin' stories (Yeah)
Patches on your jeans cost eleven-fourty (Amiri)
I ain't eat this ten on me like I'm Eric Gordon (b*tch)
[Chorus: Billy Paul & Babyface Ray]
Everybody, everybody wants love baby, love
Y'all know, y'all know, y'all know
(Everybody, everybody)
(Everybody, everybody)
f*ck it
(Everybody, everybody)
(Everybody)

[Verse 3: Babyface Ray]
Everybody wanna be something (Yeah)
Jumping up with the stick, think I see something (Annoyin')
Got that RP dope, put yo' feet on it (Put yo' feet on it)
Then we mashing out Detroit just to eat somethin' (Chris)
Yeah I come from the struggle but I keep money (I keep it)
Once they find out you sweet then the streets on you
Gave her RP di*k, she gon' leave homie
I can get a million clicks if I breathe on it (Yeah)
They want a feature, I ain't do it, I'm a opp, man, this beef funny (It's funny)
I could f*ck the little b*tch you got for three-hundred (Or two)
Gang move a whole stack, give me three Sundays (Facts)
I'm just now gettin' back, it took three summers

[Chorus: Billy Paul & Babyface Ray]
Everybody, everybody wants love baby, love
(That sh*t crazy)
[Verse 4: BabyfaceRay]
I had to read between the lines, it ain't adding up
I put the bullsh*t aside and went and ran it up
She put her soul in my hands, I just asked to f*ck (Damn)
She see the future in my eyes, I'm just having fun
Casino robbed my brother clean, spent his last two-hundred (b*tch)
I don't wanna hear it n*gga, go do somethin' (I don't wanna hear it n*gga)
How you rappin' money, you ain't spending nothin'? (How?)
How you rappin' chickens—
(How you rappin' chickens—, how you rappin' chickens—)