That Ain't Love

[Verse 1: Leezy Soprano] Let me put it in perspective, they tell me niggas talking But my hearing is selective Lane switch main bitch appearing in my section Your album never touched? What you're fearing is rejection I guess when you're in competition with a boss You're left in the dust what you're smelling is exhaust Self paid wasn't afraid to take a loss It just gave birth to my ambition I'm taking off And I show you how to do this son Name ring bells so the students come Two feet planted in the newest ones, and the "Y" means young for the clueless ones It's like niggas wanna claim my turf I'm still your father, though I missed your birth My shit go harder I take your CD's Seeing who can throw farther, let your bitch go first It's the killer and you ain't on shit Putting bitches on a plane just to feed them long dick I never heard your name, never seen a song spit Be them niggas wanting fame we don't get along with It's the life boy [Hook] There when the champagne pouring (that möet) But gone when the check comes, that ain't love Smiling all up in my face Talking about me till the next one, that ain't love That ain't love, that ain't motherfucking love That ain't love, that ain't love, that ain't motherfucking love [x3] [Verse 2: Pusha T] Spend a day with the money and the power Me I'm both them, money and the power Push your tongue key, that's money with the powder Inspired by them niggas and the benzs on front Howard Tell me what you know about it If the watch don't say it, then the chain shouts it If seeing is believing, then you'll never doubt it Its all hip-hop you don't gotta count it Follow my lead past the velvet rope Standing on tables rose in a choke Hot summer nights blowing through a couple grands VIP section with the world in my hands, let's go [Hook] There when the champagne pouring But gone when the check comes, that ain't love Smiling all up in my face Talking about me till the next one, that ain't love That ain't love, that ain't motherfucking love That ain't love, that ain't love, that ain't motherfucking love [x3] [Verse 3: Raz Simone] Sir Mix a lot ain't done shit for me Ain't no famous rappers out here making shit for the streets My niggas on the corner with the Crips and G's While these friendly ass rappers sucking dick for free Who the fuck you bitches thinking that you gonna try Like a record I be playing in on both sides You say you caught a body nigga don't lie I don't see a killer when I look in those eyes Not a lot of people in my city I respect Everybody's worried about being politically correct Or which rapper is about to get next So they can take their surfboard out and ride that wave until it connects And I ain't really with all of that fuck shit I'mma minute man nigga, cause I bust quick I'm in the nights up in the trenches when feds is in my biz Well I'm gonna confront the camera Cause they won't quit taking my picture And I'm ready for the war, cause its go time Whats a tweet to a gorilla with a four-five There's a couple weird things that I don't mind But a fake rapper isn't one of those kinds You can sense the acts, they want me to hit the brakes I agree that switching pace is needed to get in place But a tortoise against a plane isn't gonna win the race Put the tortoise shell in my shotgun and that hare on my dinner plate