Fakin’

Lyrics

[Intro] (DJ Biko in the mix) Hold on, light my blunt Okay, we good Yeah (Blatt) Uh-huh-huh-huh Uh-huh (Bitch) Do it [Verse 1] See it all in they face, that they be faking (Uh-huh, uh) Two bitches counting money, girl, I cannot be caking (Frrt, frrt) If you say you want war with me, then I'm erasing (DJ Biko in the mix, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) Push start on the whip, is you ready for me to race it? (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) This love not for us, you gotta face it (Yeah, yeah) This game that you playin' get dangerous (Know it get dangerous) When I walk up in the spot, I'm in the latest (Fly) When I'm flexing, I can tell these niggas hate it (Blatt, okay) Chief Runna, baby, you know it (Skrrt) That lil' ho annoying Say she wanna fuck, let's get going Steady hittin' my phone like, "What you doing?" (Uh-huh) Baby, I'm chilling, I'm counting this money (Uh-huh) He ain't getting money, that boy too funny (Skrrt) When he walked out, that boy so bummy Baby said, "Chief Runna, you so cunning" Shooters, they lurking, yeah, they hunting Tryna buy swag, boy, I done done it Shorty so bad, yeah, she stunning Give me that thing, bae, I think I'm in love with it Baby said she like the way that I'm touching it Shorty said she won't ever get enough of it Most of these lil' niggas under me Real Runna, nigga, you is not running me [Chorus] Hop in the coup and you know that I'm flying All of my soldiers be toting that iron Ha, fah-fah-fah-fah Boy, I can tell you that you not one of mine All of my soldiers are ready to die We gon' pull up on that boy with the nine No, no, I'm not telling no lie Run in your wallet, draw down with that fire (Uh-huh) [Verse 2] Don't you chief my weed (Don't), that's not your blunt, that's mine (Uh-huh, huh) Yeah, that's mine (Don't because it's mine) I'm a lil' hothead, I don't cry If a nigga play, than a nigga get fried I'm a lil' goonie and I never say die Get off my phone, I don't have the time Might have to put a lil' nigga in line He don't get guap, that lil' boy lying Wanna have my money, you won't get a dime Everybody swear they wanna see me shine (Blatt) But I know they telling stories (Do it) Chief Runna don't got no worries I'm in the studio cooking like Curry Don't want that ho 'cause I know that she dirty [Chorus] Hop in the coup and you know that I'm flying All of my soldiers be toting that iron Ha, fah-fah-fah-fah Boy, I can tell you that you not one of mine All of my soldiers are ready to die We gon' pull up on that boy with the nine No, no, I'm not telling no lie Run in your wallet, draw down with that fire