Letras

I can tell you're not a fan, listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz Don't try to come around lookin' for love, it's not here (yeah) Any time you hit me, I was never not there (yeah) I don't wanna fight, I wanna take you to Chanel ('nel) Can I tell you somethin'? I just hope you never tell (yeah) I said you was a dub, I meant to say you was a ten I don't wanna do this shit again, aw, man I don't wanna do this shit again, not again Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz I don't even get the time to fuck you on the weekends Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret I don't wanna fight, I wanna fuck you in Chanel At least you can never tell me that I'm not real How you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret? Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playin' defense Stay away from the fakes (stay away), my nigga, stay away from the jakes Heard 'em talkin' 'bout they wanna put my name on the plate But I ain't one, I just hope you niggas wear a hoodie when the rain come I just hope you niggas don't think you really stainless I just hope my niggas don't ever, ever change on me Oh, you really think you're so official? I'm the same one They been tellin' me I fell off since I came up Baby girl, listen, you're way better than a bartender Told my niggas, "Just ten toes, stand tall, yeah" Know my niggas won't ever, ever let me fall, nigga I tried not to fall in love, but we all fell in We tried to find nine-to-fives, but we was all felons I got rich, and I threw away all of my Margielas They was jealous, when I copped a Richard, they got more jealous More money, more bitches, I'm feelin' marvelous And I did some fucked up shit, but I was starvin' then No fussin', just hit 'em up, ain't no arguin' No runnin', just spin the block, don't you talk to them My old bitches love me, and I don't even fuck with them, look I can tell you're not a fan, listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz Don't you come around lookin' for love, it's not here Any time you hit me, I was never not there I don't wanna do this shit again, not again (whoa) Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz (yeah) I don't even get the time to fuck you on the weekends Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret I don't wanna fight, I wanna fuck you in Chanel (yeah) At least you can never tell me that I'm not real How you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret? Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playin' defense
Writer(s): Artist Dubose, Shaun Thomas, Dean Maola Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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