Well$ - Faux Gold lyrics

Feat. Mibbs (Verse) Dudes swear they flexin' till they learn they lesson Constant jury go on yo fake a** necklace What you callin' thrill n***a, we call reckless If you bring that sh** right here, you get disrespected I don't care, I eat corny muthaf**as up fo' breakfast It's you, b**h you with and every n***a on yo guest list Down boy, broke boy, leave that mon' sh** alone, boy Must be sniffin' that coke, boy That's a 300, not a Rolls Royce We in person, you sound nervous You ain't eatin', you mad nursed p**y moist, pop is heavy You ain't ready, you couch surfin' These n***as ain't flexin' reals sponsored links These n***as ain't gettin' no mail No bricks, no digital scale No dope and no piff for sale What the f** are you flexin' fo'? Wait, here's a suggestion, yo Take a .9, put it to yo mind Pull the trigger, don't let it go