Counterfeit

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Swear it isn't real
I like the way it looks, but I hate the way it feels, oh
I know what it is, uh
I've seen this before, got caught for a million
I know that I'm nervous
'Cause there really ain't a thing natural about it
Water into wine, please
She seem like a miracle, I know that's impossible

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
You don't wanna love, maybe not
Baby, you gon' give me everythin' you got, damn right
Say you love me, ooh
Why you in my bed turnin' over like the graves of the ones before you, 'fore ya?

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Rihanna, Chris Brown]
I keep lookin' for love (Love)
Can't find it in a party (Oh), in a whole room full of bodies (Oh)
I keep lookin' for love (Love)
Dyin' over diamonds (Oh)
Counterfeit designin'
I'm not feelin' these counterfeit hoes
(Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
(I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes)
Feelin' these counterfeit hoes
(Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
Feelin' these counterfeit hoes, hoes
(I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes, I'm not)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Alright
This is some old movie shit
Everything fake like a movie script
Everything I got public, so
You already know how the groupies get
Pulled up in the fakest city with the Lambo' sittin' and my Rambo with me
Plus I got a bitch so bad, with a rep so cold, big ass, big titties
Stuck in a fairytale lifestyle
Snow White rollin' with gold diggers
Nigga say, "How much for that one?"
Shit, I ain't even know she was a ho, nigga
I meet these hoes erryday
Try to turn love like erry way
Hundred dollars bills run the color of red
So I'm countin' my dough in a private place, yikes

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
You don't wanna love, maybe not
Baby, you gon' give me everythin' you got, damn right
Say you love me, ooh
Why you in my bed turnin' over like the graves of the ones before you, 'fore ya?

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Kelly Rowland, Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Rihanna]
I keep lookin' for love (Love)
I can't find it in a party (Oh), in a whole room full of bodies (Oh)
I keep lookin' for love (Love)
Dyin' over diamonds (Yeah)
Counterfeit designin' (Yeah)
I'm not feelin' these counterfeit hoes
(Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
(I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes)
Feelin' these counterfeit hoes
(Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
Feelin' these counterfeit hoes, hoes
(I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes, I'm not)

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, hold up, wait
Shoulda been on time but you showed up late
Had a little feelin' but it's gone away
Gave you a piece, you want a whole damn plate
Wanna play, wanna ball
Wanna have your cake and eat it all
Now I gotta new one outta state
So them ratchets gonna hate
But they hated Jesus, man
Runnin' around sayin' you don't need a man
You know you gon' miss them private flights
Errythin' high with Young Khalifa, man
Errythin' paid for
It's taken its course, so much back and then forth
That's a erryday thing though, woo
So I'm skatin'
Headin' straight for your replacement
'Cause your story, I couldn't take it
It had holes in it like Jason
But I stuck around and stayed patient
Mama called me up basin'
Father called me up pacin'
All your friends were all basic
Now I see right through you, woulda thought a nigga had LASIK
Extra cash, spent that so my car look like a spaceship
Wanna leave me? That's cool, I was thinkin' 'bout leavin' you
Walked out the door like poof, made it look like the thing to do

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Rihanna, Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa]
I keep lookin' for love (Love, hahaha)
Can't find it in a party (Oh), in a whole room full of bodies (Oh, uh)
I keep lookin' for love (Love)
Dyin' over diamonds (Yeah)
Counterfeit designin' (Yeah)
I'm not feelin' these counterfeit hoes
(Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
(I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes)
Feelin' these counterfeit hoes
(Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
Feelin' these counterfeit hoes, hoes
(I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes, I'm not)