Something Else lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck]
Huh? (Tay Keith produced it)
Huh? (T-T-T-T-Tay)
b*tch, you know you something else
It's Domeno (Turn up)
Huh?
Huh?
b*tch, you know need some help
Heh? Squad

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
This b*tch actin' like she foreign, but I know she borin'
Tryna act like you ain't goin', b*tch, you somethin' else
Where you get all that fake-ass designer from?
That sh*t ain't cost a crumb, b*tch, you know you need some help
This b*tch actin' like she foreign, but I know she borin'
Tryna act like you ain't goin', b*tch, you somethin' else
Where you get all that fake-ass designer from? (Damn)
That sh*t ain't cost a crumb, b*tch, you know you need some help (Whoo)

[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
Pull off in that foreign (Skrrt, skrrt), they like, "Where you goin'?" (Yoom)
'Bout to take a trip and ride around by myself (Whoo)
Gettin' throat by a ho and I'm smokin' dope (Ayy, ayy, ayy, dope)
They know it's loud, b*tch, all you gotta do is smell
b*tch got a double-C like she the sh*t (b*tch, you ain't on sh*t)
Why you walkin' 'round with all that fake Chanel?
Instagram videos playin' with her hair (Stupid b*tch)
b*tch, you know that ain't Remy, that's fake as hell (Oh, damn)
I can see you lived a hard life before, baby
'Cause it look like you just escaped from jail (Goddamn)
Tryna act like you the sh*t, but you is not on sh*t (Ol' stupid-ass b*tch)
b*tch, you look just like a snail
You know I'm the man and I can f*ck your friend (True)
If I wanted to, girl, it ain't hard to tell
You say you paid a hundred dollars for your Pradas?
Where you buy them b*tches from, Taco Bell? (Gang)
[Chorus: FBG Duck & Billionaire Black]
This b*tch actin' like she foreign, but I know she borin'
Tryna act like you ain't goin', b*tch, you somethin' else
Where you get all that fake-ass designer from?
That sh*t ain't cost a crumb, b*tch, you know you need some help
This b*tch actin' like she foreign, but I know she borin'
Tryna act like you ain't goin', b*tch, you somethin' else
Where you get all that fake-ass designer from? (Woah)
That sh*t ain't cost a crumb (Woah), b*tch, you know you need some help (Let's get it)

[Verse 2: Billionaire Black]
b*tch, you know you broke, why you tryna stunt?
On Instagram flexin' with your rent money
She say she be gettin' it, but I know she stealin' (Stop flexin', stop flexin')
That's why you be downtown every f*ckin' mornin'
She say that she foreign, but I know she borin'
And she got a sugar daddy, she f*cked for them Jordans (Let's get it)
b*tch, I ball hard just like Robert Horry
She gave me head in bed, but that's a whole 'nother story (Gang)
With that fake Furla bag and that synthetic weave (Fugazy)
b*tch, that ain't no Remy, you can't lie to me (At all)
And her boyfriend bought her fake Louis V (Goofy)
But you can't blame him 'cause he rockin' fake double-G (Goofy, goofy, goofy, goofy)
b*tch, you know we stackin' while these n*ggas starvin' (Band up)
Just because your heels red, them ain't red bottoms
And these n*ggas steady rockin' fake Robins (Whoo)
'Cause they ain't gettin' no money, steady flexin', flodgin', gang
[Chorus: FBG Duck]
This b*tch actin' like she foreign, but I know she borin'
Tryna act like you ain't goin', b*tch, you somethin' else
Where you get all that fake-ass designer from?
That sh*t ain't cost a crumb, b*tch, you know you need some help
This b*tch actin' like she foreign, but I know she borin'
Tryna act like you ain't goin', b*tch, you somethin' else
Where you get all that fake-ass designer from?
That sh*t ain't cost a crumb, b*tch, you know you need some help