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