Chris Brown — 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 everything you got, damn right Say you love me, ooh Why you in my bed turning over like the graves of the ones before you, 'fore ya? [Chorus: Chris Brown, with Rihanna] I keep looking for love (Love) Can't find it in a party, in a whole room full of bodies (Oh) I keep looking for love (Love) Dying over diamonds (Oh) Counterfeit designing I'm not feeling these counterfeit hoes (Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches) (I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes) Feeling these counterfeit hoes (Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches) Feeling 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 fairy tale 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 everything you got, damn right Say you love me, ooh Why you in my bed turning over like the graves of the ones before you, 'fore ya? [Chorus: Chris Brown, with Kelly Rowland, with Rihanna] I keep looking for love (Love) I can't find it in a party (Ooh), in a whole room full of bodies (Oh) I keep looking for love (Love) Dying over diamonds (Yeah) Counterfeit designing (Yeah) I'm not feeling these counterfeit hoes (Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches) (I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes) Feeling these counterfeit hoes (Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches) Feeling 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 Errything high with Young Khalifa, man Errything 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, with Rihanna & Wiz Khalifa] I keep looking for love (Hahaha, love) Can't find it in a party (Oh), in a whole room full of bodies (Uh) I keep looking for love (Love) Dying over diamonds (Yeah) Counterfeit designing (Yeah) I'm not feeling these counterfeit hoes (Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches) (I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes) Feeling these counterfeit hoes (Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches) Feeling these counterfeit hoes, hoes (I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes, I'm not)