"Frontin" - DJ DADA

[Intro] DJ DADA, he's back on the track! [Verse 1] 3AM and I'm hella faded, On a sky scraper feelin' elevated. Two bitches at the crib and they still waitin'. Baby Momma at the courthouse still hatin'. [Verse 1 Continued] Pull the Maybach through the trap, Got the red candy paint wrap. Yo main bitch head in the lap, Hit the white neighborhoods and slang those sacks. Silicone titties givin' up the greenbacks, Do a line off her tits and blow out her back. Real or fake you know I get these racks. Fuckin' with the white bitches, they got the stacks. Bounce back to the crib, all this money to unpack. I don't even gotta rap. [Interlude] Back to back woods got me thinkin' funny. Alone unpackin' all this money. Sittin' here reminiscin' to myself. To survive in the streets you gotta know oneself. Lost my brothas to the hood, can't get 'em back. That's why I keep my eyes open and I stay strapped, Baby momma's out on the corner sellin' crack. Comin' from the gutter, but my pockets fat. These streets give you no love and that's that. [Verse 2] Look at these clothes, Look at my whip, You sellin' your soul for a couple licks. While I'm in the penthouse flippin' tricks. I stay fly fifty bands on the drip. Chicken wings at the strip club, watchin' yo bitch. Lookin' at me while she lickin' her lips. Crawlin' for the money, she know I stack my chips. One word and I can be between them hips, Being in one place to long I start to trip, Local plug callin', needs another zip. Skirt off in the Maybach Gotta dip.