Moneybagg Yo – Super Fake Lyrics

Super Fake

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"Super Fake." - Moneybagg Yo

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 01:49 am

Album: 2 Heartless

Track No: 09

Man, fuck you, fake ass **** and bitches
Tay Keith, Bagg
**** hatin', tell 'em, "Quit it"
But you gettin' money, I don't get it
You want smoke or you just actin'?
Are you serious? I'm just askin'
If you real, then why pretend?
Maybe you tryna get under my skin
Maybe you don't wanna see me win
But I won't fold and I won't bend
Give me your cup, fill it with ice
A deuce in the red, put it in the Sprite
Walked in the club, turned on the lights
But it was just dark, so that was my ice
Chanel on my ten toes (Toes)
Pinky ring like I pimp hoes (Who you with?)
That bitch with me, a nympho (She a freak)
Poppin' Percs like they Mentos (Uh, uh, whoa)
Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a wave
(Tryna keep my balance)
Chains, I'm a slave, Dolce Johnny Cage
(OG kickin' shit)
She throwin' fits, I told that bitch, "Behave"
(Bitch, behave, ho)
I pop a bean and chop her like my fade (Uh, uh, oh)
Remember Mario from eleventh grade?
(Remember me from Mitchell?)
Dropped out of school, now I'm stupid paid
(I'm stupid paid, whoa)
I been that ****, y'all just super late
(Y'all knew that)
How you gon' bash me then try fuck me?
Ho, you super fake (Huh)
Came in the game with vengeance
**** went left, I got right like Lorenzo (Got right on)
Gucci my vision, my lenses
I ain't fucked up 'bout the money, I spends it
I had a talk with the most high (G-O-D)
I walk around with the four-five
I'm fresh to death like a dead guy (Corpse)
They call me capo the head guy (Honcho) Yeah (Bagg)
I get emotional when I reflect on my past (When I think 'bout it)
I could be still there so I'm thankful for this bag (Amen)
Chandeliers on both my ears, my earrings look like two lamps (Bling)
This might not mean nothin' to you, but I used to get food stamps
Hit her from the side, caught a cramp (Uh)
The pussy made me tap, it was damp (Wet)
Yellow got me up like a ramp (Up)
Pull up, made her serve, then I vamp (Skrrt, what you rockin'?)
Yellow diamonds on me, look like macaroni (Yellow, yellow)
Told her that I loved her, I'm too macaroni (Mackin')
Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a wave
(Tryna keep my balance)
Chains, I'm a slave, Dolce Johnny Cage
(OG kickin' shit)
She throwin' fits, I told that bitch behave
(Bitch, behave, ho)
I pop a bean and chop her like my fade (Uh, uh, oh)
Remember Mario from eleventh grade?
(Remember me from Mitchell?)
Dropped out of school, now I'm stupid paid
(I'm stupid paid, whoa)
I been that ****, y'all just super late
(Y'all knew that)
How you gon' bash me then try fuck me?
Ho, you super fake (Huh)
I'm so fuckin' thankful for the bag and shit
Pacific Ocean bag, I got a water wrist
Haters make me made, that's why my diamonds piss
Amen

Writer(s): Demario Dewayne White, Jr. & Brytavious Lakeith Chambers.

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