DESTIN CONRAD and Ambré - FRAUD

Yeah, oh-ooh
Yeah, yeah
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 (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)
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
(Womp-womp-womp, womp-womp-womp-womp)
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?

Written by:
Blake Straus, Destin Devon Conrad, India Amber Perkins, Mark Gregory Weiner

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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