[Verse 1]
Just got a job about a week ago
Thank God because income is getting low
And my car tags expired about a year ago
Riding dirty around the cops
Trying to drive slow
Yeah I met a cutie about a week ago
She was at the same job I got a week ago
In my mind she fine as the kind
That you wine and you dine
Now this is how the story goes
She was bad
A dime
She said her name was Rhonda
A beauty from behind her
A beauty like Bahamas
I told her I'll come over
Come over?
Come over
I used my brother's Rover
She hopped right in the shoulder
R-Kelly in the holder
The holder?
The holder
She thought that I was older
But little did she know
Ummm
[Chorus]
I gotta fake it
Until I make it
Tell me when will I make it
I don't know
I gotta fake it
Until I make it
Tell me when will I make it
I don't know
[Verse 2]
Been riding around for an hour now
You know, a little chit-chat pow-wow
She asked were the shoes really crocodile
I said, "huh you couldn't tell they are crocodile?"
Even though they couldn't fit
They fit my whole style
Gotta keep the lie going
Freestyle
In my mind she fine as the kind
That you wine and you dine
Here we go now
I kept it smooth
Sinatra
My game was on and proper
I'm broke
No bother
Got money from my Fajah
I spent it like a baller
A baller?
A baller
I told her I would spoil her
But really couldn't afford her
She talking I ignored her
Ignored her?
Ignored her
This story ain't in order
Because I just made it all up
[Chorus]
Let's make a toast to all my fakers
Future makers
Throw you gla** up
Your hands up
You gla** up
Your hands up
Let's make a toast to all my fakers
Future makers
Throw you gla** up
Your hands up
You gla** up
Your hands up
[adlib]
Ya'll act like ya'll
Ain't never faked it
Until you made it before
Yeah right