Fake friends

(Chorus) I got no fake friends But the real fiends The bad guys, the bad boys No play toys (yeah x4) I got no fake friends But the real fiends The bad guys, the bad boys No play toys (yeah x4) (Verse 1) We running this town, to get the crown As Jay Z in his prime, he was such a dime When he did that song with Riri, that old time While he was sitting at the throne We bust up a buster using Iphone Till it ask for help from Siri In a number doofer, goofer We a half of ocean twelve We chase after introvert girls, Whose bodies are shaped as cheese curls We approach as gentlemen in suits Later ask them shawties, hotties To tap their digits in our cells To holla at them When we craving for those taco bells The only way to make a man happy Is through his stomach So woman, fix that meal and serve Unless you wanna see an angry bird Deranged as Mr Slappy You can really get hurt Some men are like Hart Others can make you eat dirt Forcing you to wish you were dead Sorry for being over sentimental Going motivational on an instrumental Since it's the women's month I feel uneasy not to say In a day by wasting my breath (Chorus) I got no fake friends But the real fiends The bad guys, the bad boys No play toys (yeah x4) I got no fake friends But the real fiends The bad guys, the bad boys No play toys (yeah x4)