Secrets

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 sh- again, aw, man
I don't wanna do this sh- again, not again

Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz
I don't even get the time to f- you on the weekends
Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret
I don't wanna fight, I wanna f- 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 -, 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 n- wear a hoodie when the rain come
I just hope you - don't think you really stainless

I just hope my - 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 -, "Just ten toes, stand tall, yeah"
Know my - won't ever, ever let me fall, -
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 -, I'm feelin' marvelous
And I did some f- up -, 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 - love me, and I don't even f- 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 - again, not again (whoa)
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz (yeah)
I don't even get the time to f- you on the weekends
Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret

I don't wanna fight, I wanna f- 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