歌词
Pour the 1942; I've got my phone off
She said, "you like this," I said, "yes, but is this real love?"
See, I've been with fake girls, but she a real one (Ah-ah)
If she got a real one, let her stay at my place
But she leave up in the morning, she was really fake
I'm so sick of being caught up in these games
It's all the same! (Same!)
In LA, we getting lit, yeah, I ain't playin' (I ain't playin'!)
I hit the whip, 200, yeah these rims done got 'em maced in (Uh!)
I shoot my shot like Curry and walk out like I'm Trae (Swish!)
If your girl look me in my eyes, she might be late (The fuck?)
Uh!
She'll play around, but she should know, I ain't a player (Oh, yeah!)
I want a real one, ain't no way to skate the gate, yeah
Bentley (Skrt-skrt!)
She say she love me but she ain't gonna stay here (What?)
Pour the 1942; I gotta wait here (Ho)
If she look around, I'm gonna cutaway, man (Ho-oh!)
If I know that it's going against the player
Pour the Henny, '42, can't stay awake, damn (I can't stay awake!)
Pour the 1942; I've got my phone off
She said, "you like this," I said, "yes, but is this real love?"
See, I've been with fake girls, but she a real one (Ah-ah)
If she got a real one, let her stay at my place
But she leave up in the morning, she was really fake
I'm so sick of being caught up in these games
It's all the same! (Same!)
It's all the same!