Lolene

Rich (Fake It Til You Make It)

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Lolene...

Luxury dreams, Don Perignon
Designer jeans, Tiffany charms
They catch the light on my arm
Sitting inside a Bugatti ride
Flossing, I'm heading to the party

Hey Hollywood (yeah)
I hear you calling my name
Hey Hollywood
I got a craving for fame
Until I'm there I'm gonna front like I don't care

Because I walk like I'm rich
I talk like I'm rich
I spend like I'm rich
But I ain't got no money
I think like I'm rich
I drink like I'm rich
I live like I'm rich
Hey hey Hollywood

Fake it 'til I make it
Fake it 'til I make it

Tattoo on my wrist says I'm a star
I'm not on the list, but I go straight to the bar
'Cus I know every bouncer
Free drinks by the ouncer
Yeah, I'm the queen of the VIP
I be chilling like royalty

Hey Hollywood (yeah)
I hear you calling my name
Hey Hollywood
I got a craving for fame
Until I'm there I'm gonna front like I don't care

I can feel it
This is the life I can't put down
Don't blame me for dreaming
Wait 'til I blow up
I'm buying this whole damn town

No money, no money, I aint got no money
'Cus I walk like I'm rich
I talk like I'm rich
Drink like I'm rich
But I ain't got no money yet
'Cus we're up in the club throwing dollars around
But we'll pick 'em up after
'Til we make it