FRAUD

Yeah, oh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

He got a strap with a scope, ready to go
For anybody that test him, no, he don't play 'round, uh
He got a bitch on the side, his mama at home
Take care of 'em both, he carry the load
No, he don't play 'bout them (No, he don't play 'bout them)
She wanna go to Mexico, she wanna go to Haiti
She stacked up all types of goals, she ain't ready for no babies
He wanna keep it local, he kinda low-key lazy
She gave up on everything

Is that what we do for love?
What would you do for love?
Ah-ah, ah-ah
What would you do for love?
What would you do for love?
No, he don't play 'round (Play 'round, play 'round)

He got a Cadillac, Benz running up them bands, yeah
He swear he a pimp, she know all his friends
And she don't play 'bout him
Help him face his fears
She wanna hop out on a bitch, prove she wit' the shits
He wanna live out all his dreams, she put him to sleep
But he's a rapper
(Wop-wop-wop, wop-wop-wop-wop)
She said I wanna put my name down, I wanna get us outta here
I wanna get my balance up, I do it for us
But you don't understand, but I still won't walk away
What would I do for love?
See what I do for love?
Ah-ah, ah-ah

I wanna go so let me know?
He said, "That's a maybe"
We both know we'll never leave
Is that what we do? Yeah
Is that what we do?
Is that what we do for love? (Is that what we do for love?)
You see what I do for love? (Is that what we do for love?)
Is that, is that what we do for love? (Ah-ah)
Is that, is that what we do for love? (Ooh, woah)
Is that, is that what we do for love? (Ooh, woah)
Is that, is that what we do for love? (Ooh, woah)
Is that?



Credits
Writer(s): India Amber Perkins, Destin Devon Conrad, Blake Straus, Mark Gregory Weiner
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link