Fake Love lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah
And it’s gon’ take a long, long time for me to believe in love
I never thought it’d be like this; I guess that’s how it was
I got money I gotta go get
I got money I gotta go get
I got sh*t that gotta be done
I got too much ice
I got too much ice in my chain; might as well go put that sh*t in my cup
I got too damn tired of the same sh*t; I had to go switch it up
All this cash comes with pain; that’s why I’m on all these drugs
All this cash come with-
All this cash come with hoes showing fake love
All this cash come with the gang turning their backs; this sh*t gets tough
All this cash come with too much sh*t, but I ain’t even worried
‘Cause I’m that n*gga, yes, I’m him, shawty; it won’t hurt

[Verse 1]
Everything I drip, huh, I gotta cop the his and hers
That’s my baby, uh yeah, and she gon’ come to flex on purpose
Buy her a brand new purse
Put a brand new fire on that purse
‘Cause all these n*ggas trying, and I’ma be the one shooting it first
I’m the one putting in the work
Every single day, every single night I’m in the studio
Designer lifestyle, designer drugs, and designer clothes
I like expensive b*tches; I don’t do the groupie hoes
I like expensive sh*t; I’m sorry, I can’t do the low end
Yeah, everything’s high end
Every time I hit the states, make sure them n*ggas bring them backend
And these n*ggas say they smoking on gas, but I’m the one bringing the pack in
And these n*ggas say they smoke out the bag, but I’m the one bringing the bags in
[Chorus]
Yeah
And it’s gon’ take a long, long time for me to believe in love
I never thought it’d be like this; I guess that’s how it was
I got money I gotta go get
I got money I gotta go get
I got sh*t that gotta be done
I got too much ice
I got too much ice in my chain; might as well go put that sh*t in my cup
I got too damn tired of the same sh*t; I had to go switch it up
All this cash comes with pain; that’s why I’m on all these drugs
All this cash come with-
All this cash come with hoes showing fake love
All this cash come with the gang turning their backs; this sh*t gets tough
All this cash come with too much sh*t, but I ain’t even worried
‘Cause I’m that n*gga, yes, I’m him, shawty; it won’t hurt

[Verse 2]
Everything’s private, yeah, we eating Italian ‘cause it’s new season
I just woke up and spent thirty thousand for like no reason
Fashion week overseas; my new baby Parisian
These n*ggas know they owe me for the swag they keep on thieving
I got too much swag
I got too much swag for no reason
I buy too many bags
Yeah, buy too many bags for no reason
I got too much drip
Yeah, buy too much drip for no reason
If I see the jury, then you know I’m lyin’, but I don’t believe in treason
And I don’t believe in snitchin’
And I don’t believe in n*ggas; if you ask me, I think I’m richer
And I don’t believe these b*tches when they say they will never ever switch
And I don’t believe that money gives you power; you gotta be that n*gga
[Chorus]
Yeah
And it’s gon’ take a long, long time for me to believe in love
I never thought it’d be like this; I guess that’s how it was
I got money I gotta go get
I got money I gotta go get
I got sh*t that gotta be done
I got too much ice
I got too much ice in my chain; might as well go put that sh*t in my cup
I got too damn tired of the same sh*t; I had to go switch it up
All this cash comes with pain; that’s why I’m on all these drugs
All this cash comes with
All this cash comes with hoes showing fake love
All this cash comes with the gang turning their backs; this sh*t gets tough
All this cash comes with too much sh*t, but I ain’t even worried
‘Cause I’m that n*gga, yes, I’m him, shawty; it won’t hurt