歌手:EarthGang
专辑:《GHETTO GODS》

作词 : Elan Parker/Olu Fann/Latrell Jaimz Boyd/Luiz Octavio Bonfa Burnier
作曲 : Elan Parker/Olu Fann/Latrell Jaimz Boyd/Luiz Octavio Bonfa Burnier
Yeah
Yeah
Birkin bags are a hot commodity
Johnny Venus:
She got a Birkin, flossin', money well spent
She still in them 'partments payin' rent
Saturday, Sunday, he got cash to play
Monday come, his pockets full of lint
Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keepin' it real with you?
Keep it one hundred, tell me the truth
Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keepin' it real with you?
Keep it one hundred, tell me the truth
Everybody buyin' sh!t, rely on sh!t to prove your status, prove you havе it
Now they caught up in a role they can't fulfill, thеy can't be real, it's too dramatic
Gotta keep the audience happy
Gotta keep the haters guessin'
Livin' a lie for folks you'll never meet in real life, so tragic
Baby got a day job, it goes somethin' like this, upload-upload
Check engagement, receive payments, grantin' fantasies, sellin' hella dreams
Then she takes her mask off Fenty runnin' down her breast
Her true self, hope she don't forget, say she do it for the check
My homeboy lie for his respect
Can't wait to flex the new baguettes
'Cause the world we live in keep revealin'
If you ain't ballin', then you ain't sh!t
So she gon' buy Chanel to impress
He gon' shop 'til ain't nothin' left
They fell in love with the fake 'til the real came out
Now they at each other's neck
She got a Birkin, flossin', money well spent (She got a Birkin)
She still in them 'partments payin' rent (She in them 'partments)
Saturday, Sunday, he got cash to play (Cash, cash)
Monday come, his pockets full of lint (No, no, no, no)
Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue (Yeah-yeah)
Anybody keepin' it real with you?
Keep it one hundred, tell me the truth
Can you be honest? Can you be true? (Can you be honest?)
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keepin' it real with you? (To me)
Keep it one hundred, tell me the truth
Doctur Dot:
Closed mouth don't eat (Closed mouth don't eat)
Broke finger don't tweet (Broke finger don't tweet)
Broke n!ggas gon' hate (Broke n!ggas gon' hate)
To distract from defeat (To distract from defeat)
Look away, how you livin' these days?
Love languages, tags and receipts (Yeah)
Whoop-whoop, get the penalty paid out quick
Right back to the street
Flewed out on the front of the plane like, "Hey"
I ain't really that cheap, she don't really know me
She just wanna take d!ck, she just wanna take pics
She just wanna see the beach and a n!gga like me
Had to get it out the mud, these really my cleats
This really my blood, I'm really Denzel
One tear on my cheek, I'm rollin' up w33d
I'm talkin' 'bout think, she talkin' 'bout minks
Hey, when you figure out what you need
Girl, let it get back to me (Hey)
Nips and her lips from the factory (Oh)
Run through n!ggas like batteries
Every nude sent with a strategy
And she got it perfect, she got a purpose
She got a system, know how to work it
That's how she gotta, she gotta, she gotta, she gotta
Johnny Venus:
She got a Birkin, flossin', money well spent
She still in them 'partments payin' rent (She in them 'partments)
Saturday, Sunday, he got cash to play (I'm out of time)
Monday come, his pockets full of lint
Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keepin' it real with you? (Real with you)
Keep it one hundred, tell me the truth
Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keepin' it real with you?
Keep it one hundred, tell me the truth
Perception of self-perfection gives me ********s, yeah
Lie to me, lie to me, baby, lie to me, oh
Perception of perfection give me ********s
Lie to me, lie to me (Baby), lie to me