Lyrics NOT FOR SHOW - FLACO

(I knew something was going on)
(I ain't even know it was wrong)
(I just want you to know that i'm on)
(I'm bouta lose my mind and know that i'm gone)
(Yeah, Woah)
(Yeah)
(Woah)
(Yeah)
(Yea, oh)
(Yeah, woah)
(Yeah, oh yah)
(Yeah)
Countin' up my broads like i'm countin' up my paper
You gon see me everywhere i'm the new model of Fader
This that rockstar lifestyle yeah I could've been in slayer
Throw a fit like everyday yeah I never wear the same shirt
I got so much money I might buy myself a prada coat
I got so much money might as well just say on god you don't
She caught me with my other broad so I told her I gotta go
Put it on my best friend this lifestyle is not for show
I'm Mister Flaco but once Mister Prada
I got some money i'm hotter then sauna
I'm bouta make it but not talking Zanna
I'm really him so i'm smoking that Ganja
I'm a free agent i'm not talking offers
Knock off his top if he talking improper
I broke her heart so we listen to LADA
Breaking her back and now I got a daughter
Smoking on so much gas I think I might lose my mind up in this hoe
I ride around with a whole lotta money yeah i'm riding in my zone
All she ever did was show fake love that's why she got some silicone
And i'm driving off the edge while i'm talking on the phone
(While i'm driving on the phone)
(While i'm driving on the phone)
(While i'm driving on the phone)
(While i'm driving on the phone)
(You can't trust me)
(You can't trust me)
(You can't trust me)
(Can't, you can't love)
I ride around and i'm spitting the fye again
I put it out like a fireman
Smoking that gas and my eyes are red
Praying to Jesus like I repent
My windows are tinted like 5%
I'm asking who bad like Michael said
I'm sippin that dirty my mind is red
She playin like I know she lied again
Almost went psycho
You know that I know
Vetements on my coat
Can't do it on my own
I wish I could tell you the same
I just wanna feel your pain
I really been spittin the flame
This lifestyle ain't a game
Countin' up my broads like i'm countin' up my paper
You gon see me everywhere i'm the new model of Fader
This that rockstar lifestyle yeah I could've been in slayer
Throw a fit like everyday yeah I never wear the same shirt
I got so much money I might buy myself a prada coat
I got so much money might as well just say on god you don't
She caught me with my other broad so I told her I gotta go
Put it on my best friend this lifestyle is not for show
(You don't get me)
(Nobody gets me)
(I don't need no, I don't need no love)
(Not love from you)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Ohh)
(Woah)