Текст песни Fake Money - Stas THEE Boss

Ain't shit but fake shit in this era
Ain't shit but fake shit in this era
Ain't shit but fake shit in this era
Ain't shit but fake shit in this era

I paint things and gay dance like a fairy
Basically I'm black Keith herring
Patiently waiting not sharing
Ain't shit but fake shit in this era
Ancient my greatness is so glaring
I feel your hatred I'm not caring
Baseless and basic is your carry
You are on waitlist and I'm daring
Serve me like waitress a good pairing
You are a waste fish like a herring
You got no taste it's so apparent
You prolly named Trisha or Karen

Ain't shit but fake shit in this era
Ain't shit but fake shit in this era

You bout the Benjis like puff daddy
You got your Fendi from good haggling
Fronting and bending to look shabby
Wanting pretending that you're happy
Don't bring that weak beat nowhere round me
You got that low freq, impaired sounding
Hi peak in earpiece that weird pounding
I got that high key, that rare foundling