FAB. (feat. Remy Ma) - The Kemist Remix

F-A-B with your fake ass
 F-A-B with your fake, fake
 F-A-B with your fake ass, bitch
 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
 No time for these fake ass bitches (no, no time, no time)
 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, fake ass bitches
 Yeah, mm, oh, Lord
 Them say keep it real, but we know them a fraud
 Cah we nuh trust no speech, and no dialogue
 Them call yuh 'pon your phone and dem press record
 The two face thing, we know we nuh that
 The smile up and laughing, we know we nuh that
 And when mi turn 'round, yeah, she stand inna mi back
 No more friendship, it is a wrap
 I've been down in the trenches
 You should know, but you don't pay attention
 You wouldn't know real talk if it screamed out loud in your face, now listen
 You got away with it, I believed you for a hot minute
 Could've used a friend in the moment
 But you had to go ghost, leave me lonely
 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
 No time for these 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 your fake ass bitches (hey, Remy Ma)
 You're not my BFF, you're not my bestie
 See, 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
 How about a hand for the real ones?
 Put it down, had my back since day one
 Never hear about 'em throwing no shade, no
 So if you one of us, stand up
 Tired of the gossip, think you had enough?
 Don't worry about 'em, middle fingers up to these 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
 No time for these fake ass bitches
 You can go jump on a bandwagon (go)
 You, your money, and your lame ass friends
 Go 'head and jump on a bandwagon
 With your fake ass bitches
 Wit' yo' bitch ass
 Wit' yo' bitch ass