They Don't Really Love You

[Intro: Rick Ross] (M-M-M-M-M) I see all of the fake love, and I know this shit too good to be true (M-M-M-M-M) [Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross] They don't really love you Like they say they love you (Double M, hall of fame, nigga) Them niggas 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 niggas hate to love you (Ooh, in the name of love, nigga) They can't wait to judge, them niggas fakin' love (Huh) They don't really love you Ooh Don't say a word, just observe (With Meek) Look at they body language, they nervous (Let's get it, nigga) They don't know what to do with you when you know purpose (All these other niggas stayin' clear, nigga) Ooh Don't say a word, just go higher (Shots fired) Let the hate be the gas on your fire (Shots fired) Let them niggas know, they don't really love you (Huh) They don't really love you (Don't be scared to die now) They don't really love you ('Cause it ain't no love) [Interlude: Rick Ross] Ain't no love (And we'll really die 'bout this shit, remember that, M-M-M) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Quarter mill' or what it feel, I just wanna build Niggas watchin' pockets, now you the one they wanna kill Never lame, but go insane just to get a chain Storm the block like kamikaze niggas 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 niggas close, watch what your people post I let the haters sub, I turn 'em into ghosts Rarely is it love (What?), never is it love (What?) 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 niggas, ain't no pun intended (Woo) I done seen the low, I done seen the high I done seen it all, still bein' penalized (Grrah) Do it for my dawgs (Dawgs), see it in my eyes (Eyes) Kill 'em for the cause, nigga, Ricky on the rise [Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross] They don't really love you Like they say they love you Them niggas 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 niggas hate to love you (Ooh) They can't wait to judge, them niggas fakin' love They don't really love you Ooh Don't say a word, just observe Look at they body language, they nervous They don't know what to do with you when you know purpose Ooh Don't say a word, just go higher Let the hate be the gas on your fire Let them niggas know, they don't really love you They don't really love you They don't really love you (Ain't no genuine love, none, M-M-M) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Come and sit at the table, boy, you better say a prayer Gave my word to my niggas, so you gotta play it fair Shots fired, niggas duckin', so motherfuck the money Lights flash, I give my last for anyone who love me (Huh) Take a page of the Bible, pray 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 niggas and never got a hug Shed a tear for my niggas 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: Meek Mill] They don't really love you Like they say they love you Them niggas 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 niggas hate to love you (Ooh) They can't wait to judge, them niggas fakin' love They don't really love you Ooh Don't say a word, just observe Look at they body language, they nervous They don't know what to do with you when you know purpose Ooh Don't say a word, just go higher Let the hate be the gas on your fire Let them niggas know, they don't really love you They don't really love you They don't really love you [Post-Chorus] But I won't stop now (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music) [Outro] We good?