Artist: Tory Lanez Album: Memories Don't Die Song: Fake Show Typed by: AZ Lyrics I'm prayin' that my exes don't ever get famous Or flex on me with a rapper or an entertainer Life in this business come with these different dangers You rather lie, tell me you still an angel How you still an angel? You be lyin', you just fuck some niggas on me and claim you see it from different angles I see the danger I find her crazy, shit, I know you as a good girl Triple flowin', trip returns, flipper Last night, call, I had sex off liquor Trash bag full of every dollar at the bar That you ain't down to pick up for these niggas, throwin' it up You hate it when niggas gettin' dirty with they ones Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get them Louboutins though Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get your rent paid Tell them hoes throwin' shade, they should wear their best shades She gon' make a thousand on a bad day 10 I was shippin', she don't ever take a half day Just hold me down, was a pap boy I did it to the fullest 'cause she hate to leave it half way Hol' up, bust it I can't trust it Fuckin' with you got me goin' way up out the budget Pour a shot up, this is for the last night Last night, before I lost you to the fast life Good girl go bad, you gon' do your thing Anything to get the bad, I'ma do my thing If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag Good girl go bad, you gon' do your thing Skinny girl in my donk Anything to get the bad, I'ma do my thing She don't dance but she dance If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag She gon' do it for the money If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag She don't dance but she dance