Lyrics Fakes - Tyro

Fakes

All we see is doing is you faking it
All we see you doing is that you faking it
All we see you doing is you faking it
Yeah you faking it
What you thinking?
Suns out ‘the street, put my Bommels on, keep it going on
Bring that money home, just to blow it again and buy these Louboutins ya!
Small crown on my watch the hand is going without ticking
It’s a rolly not a fudge, you want to afford one you gotta nick it (Roleeeeex)
Ruling city, I’m that sheriff, John T Chance in Rio Bravo
Counting frank’s like Wells Fargo
Bitch I got that green, Ulyssis Grant is on my bill
These hoes im fucking with stay real
20k stack all in front of me, Ak suited, I’m all in
Im grabbing all these thousands
Money keeps us sharp set
Ur pockets are empty, sell these bricks, drug dealer on red carpet!
Go and get it, ur not strong for that shit, just don’t admit
You can have it, just take it, roll a third one get baked
There’s no type for that shit, there is no type that could fit
You gotta stay real
All we see is doing is you faking it
All we see you doing is that you faking it
All we see you doing is you faking it
Yeah you faking it
What you thinking?
MadReal on production
Keith Moon in the club, I hit that booty like percussion
Like percussion, all my broads ain’t not bluffin'
Save my money for an private island, you save it for yo coffin
Got that G36 in the trunk of my Bimma
Cops gon see me, flick my wrist, daze 'em, let me light my
I don’t wanna talk, bitch I don’t wanna talk, Lemme finish my walk,
Lemme finish my walk
Gonna visit the fam, get back right to the start!
I’m loco bout these gueros
Paying credit card amigo, Me pasar these dineros
Need a lorry to move these clothes
Coppin' shoes and shirts and panties with every shop we get some mo'!
All we see is doing is you faking it
All we see you doing is that you faking it
All we see you doing is you faking it
Yeah you faking it
What you thinking?