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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Vocals
Meek Mill
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donny Flores
Songwriter
Breyan Stanley Isaac
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
We Good
Producer
David “TropDavinci” Anthony Bermudez
Recording Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Breyan Stanley Isaac
Producer
Javier Merino Valverde
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
I see all of the fake love, and
I know this shit too good to be true
[Chorus]
They don't really love you
Like they say they love you
Double M, hall of fame, ****
Them **** hate to love you
They can't wait to judge you, body you and dump you
I'll die 'bout this shit
They don't really love you (They don't really love you)
So without a doubt, I'll murder 'bout this shit
Like they say they love you (They don't, they don't)
Them **** hate to love you
In the name of love, ****
They can't wait to judge, them **** fake as fuck
Huh
They don't really love you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Don't say a word, just observe it
With Meek
Look at they body language, they nervous
Let's get it, ****
They don't know what to do with you when you know purpose
All these other **** stayin' clear, ****
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Don't say a word, just go higher
Shots fired
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Shots fired
Let them **** know, they don't really love you
Huh
Don't be scared to die now
They don't really love you
'Cause it ain't no love
Ain't no love
And we'll really die 'bout this shit, remember that
[Verse 1]
Quarter mill' or what it feel, I just wanna build
**** watchin' pockets, now you the one they wanna kill
Never lame, but go insane just to get a chain
Storm the block like kamikaze **** in the plane
Is he a superstar? The bitches know his name
I got a hundred cars, but they all run the same
I keep my **** close, watch what your people post
I let the haters sub, I turn 'em into ghosts
Rarely is it love, never is it love (Huh, huh)
It's too good to be true when you livin' like a thug
Richest in the city, really ain't no fuckin' with me (Ain't no fuckin' with me)
Pointin' at you pussy ****, ain't no pun intended (Woo)
I done seen the low, I done seen the high
I done seen it all, still bein' penalized
Do it for my dawgs, see it in my eyes (Dawgs, eyes)
Kill 'em for the cause, ****, Ricky on the rise
[Chorus]
They don't really love you
Like they say they love you
Them **** hate to love you
They can't wait to judge you, body you and dump you
They don't really love you (They don't really love you)
Like they say they love you (They don't, they don't)
Them **** hate to love you, ooh
They can't wait to judge, them **** fake as fuck
They don't really love you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Don't say a word, just observe it
Look at they body language, they nervous
They don't know what to do with you when you know purpose
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Don't say a word, just go higher
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Let them **** know, they don't really love you (They don't really love you)
They don't really love you
[Verse 2]
Ain't no genuine love, none
Come and sit at the table, boy, you better say a prayer (Huh)
Gave my word to my ****, so you gotta play it fair
Shots fired, **** duckin', so motherfuck the money
Lights flash, I give my last for anyone who love me (Huh)
Take a page of the Bible, pour your cup, it overflow
Once they made me an idol, slay 'em with some other flows
Once they gave me the title, time to buy another Rolls
Once I aim at my rival, boy, I took his mama soul
Ain't no love in the game, you better get a gun and hold
Co-defendant snitchin', indictment in the envelope
Free Slime, he doin' time because they done him wrong
Wish him well, let's flip and sell until he gettin' mail
I kept it real with my **** and never got a hug
Shed a tear for my **** and always called it love
I gave my last to your sister while she was on the run
And I still write you a letter and do that every month (Huh)
[Chorus]
They don't really love you
Like they say they love you
Them **** hate to love you
They can't wait to judge you, body you and dump you
They don't really love you (They don't really love you)
Like they say they love you (They don't, they don't)
Them **** hate to love you, ooh
They can't wait to judge, them **** fake as fuck
They don't really love you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Don't say a word, just observe it
Look at they body language, they nervous
They don't know what to do with you when you know purpose
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Don't say a word, just go higher
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Let them **** know, they don't really love you (They don't really love you)
They don't really love you
[Outro]
But I won't stop now
Maybach Music
We good?
Written by: Breyan Stanley Isaac, Donny Flores, William L. Roberts II, William Roberts