FAB. (feat. Remy Ma) - DJ Braindead Remix

Sweetie, I don't want your cookies
 If you're looking for applause, keep lookin'
 Your recipe's boring, need a little more spice in my cookin'
 Honey, you don't want my problems
 If you had 'em, you would sink to the bottom
 You should bring your life jacket
 'Cause people like you can't handle this, no
 Where were you when I needed you?
 Tell me, where were you when I needed you?
 Fake-ass bitches
 When they smile in your face, but behind you, it ain't well wishes
 When they eatin' all the food off your plate and they don't do dishes
 When they words and they actions blur and they don't know different
 You can go jump on a bandwagon
 You can go jump on a bandwagon
 You, your money, and your lame-ass friends
 Go 'head and jump on a bandwagon
 With you fake-ass bitches
 You can go jump on a bandwagon
 You, your money, and your lame-ass friends
 Go 'head and jump on a bandwagon
 With you fake-ass bitches
 You not my BFF, you not my bestie
 You a fake-ass bitch just like the rest
 See, I was all the way down, you was all the way gone
 Now you tryna come back 'cause I'm all the way on
 I got both middle fingers all the way up
 And for fraud broads, I don't give two fucks
 If I say something, my moves'll back it
 You be running your mouth and it don't match your actions
 And I ain't throwing shade, I'm just saying
 Act like it's a buffet and eat off your own plate
 'Cause it not a compliment when I say you fab
 You just a F-A-B with your fake-ass, bitch
 You can go jump on a bandwagon
 You, your money, and your lame-ass friends
 Go 'head and jump on a bandwagon
 With you fake-ass bitches
 You can go jump on a bandwagon
 You, your money, and your lame-ass friends
 Go 'head and jump on a bandwagon
 Fake-ass bitches