Fake Luv Babyface Ray

[Intro]
(Topside)
Yeah
(This shit raw, man, I'm recordin' this shit, man, come on)
(All Topside shit, 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, fuck a dream (Yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' bitches 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 shit don't mean a thing (Fuck that shit)

[Chorus: Billy Paul & Babyface Ray]
Everybody, everybody wants love baby, love
Yeah
(Just took my last sip, I'm done with this shit)

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
I'm runnin' laps through the mall shoppin', fatigue love
It ain't hard to spot a broke bitch, 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 nigga 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, shit 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 (Bitch)