[Intro] (spoken) Aye. Wrist up. [Chorus] I don't need no fakes I don't need no frauds in my space I don't need no lies when you call Pick a side, pick a side I took the price, then I lifted that bitch up I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up No fakes, no frauds If you ain't real, don't pull up at all [Verse 1] [Rap] Throw your wristes up, all my bitches up These niggas is softer than what? All them dicks is up All my real ones down to ride, engines up I ain't in the trap, but all my bricks is up, rrrr You can't play queen if your work ain't sellin' What the fuck is this bitch inhalin'? I woulda pulled you out that pit you fell in I am the generous bitch, ask who I been spendin' Tried to drop a diss, you was itchin' to scrap Then the ghostwriter slipped, now you wish it was scrapped Heard that pussy on yuck, you needed a Pap What type of bum shoot a friend over a stack? Back to back? Oh you mean back to wack? Me and my day ones laughed at that They say numbers don't matter till they countin' the kings Then they turn around mad I got six rings [Chorus] I don't need no fakes I don't need no frauds in my space I don't need no lies when you call Pick a side, pick a side I took the price, then I lifted that bitch up I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up [Verse 2] [Rap] I never signed my soul, bitch you wild dumb That's why they ain't clear your verse for the album You a fraud committin' perjury I got before and after pictures of your surgery Went to the same doc, still came back "nah" Left the table lookin' like a whole different fraud I'm a bad ass bitch, juicy and sexy You a cheap replica, pressin' and messy Don't call me sister if you plotted the rest I'm the pretty and the problem, take it or left Soft face, sharp mouth, period, next slide You wanted a equal, I showed up and fried If you lucky you get shade and a little respect If you fraud, you get dragged, then I flex on the set [Bridge] (spoken) Mmm. Wait. [Rap] I don't need no drama, I just need my nana Told my lil' mama I might love you, kinda Real ones eat, fake ones starve I don't need no frauds in and out my life, word [Chorus] I don't need no fakes I don't need no frauds in my space Pick a side, pick a side Wrist up, ice up No fakes
