Caked up in fake love to get you high
This shit is gorgeous
It's bitchin' with your fortunes
One hundred medallions in a scout scrimpin' fortress
Secret potions voted concealed emotions
Grim-tilted-bounce-killing shades for his orbit
And is hoping that they watchin'
Before artists he's droppin' to the fifth and bet he boppin'
A little boy coppin'
Let the top down
Aim straight
Climbing in the middle A-
Nother statistic for the...
Caked up in fake love to get you high
Let me ask you a question
Fast - Do you want it?
Fast- do you want it?
How fast - Do you want it?
How fast - Do you want it?
How fast - Do you want it?
How fast - Do you want it?
Damn nigga how fast do you want it?
The nights are getting stronger and the days are getting longer
The buildings getting bigger
Outside is getting smaller
The lies are getting truer and the truth is getting brighter
Things are looking blacker
But black is looking whiter
The price is getting higher and the buyers is the flyest
The stars are never brighter
The good up getting tired
Yesterday you threw it 'cus you gots to have the new shit
And money always fools ya. So corny's getting cooler
Nothing's gonna stop it if it's bound to turn a profit
For this I might not do it
For this I let you watch it
Let me make a toast with champagne to commemorate these years that thuggin' went mainstream
Where stars rise and fall and organize regimes
And candidate themselves as some shiny card kings
Convince us that they fake we seen 'em for sneakers and rings
Tell us how they all down to killin' times is steam
To live they life off
Triple beams
And in the end never really was what they seemed
But take a clip of me and
Alexander McQueen
Pose in front the Caddy painted candy money green
Angels and devils
Seven hundred dollar jeans
And all the eyes will sparkle with at-any-cost gleam
I know you know what I mean