Fuck Love Trina (Ft. Tory Lanez)

[Verse 1: Trina]
Fuck love, what's that?
You fuckin' round, then coming back
No time for games, I've got a plane to catch
I don't want the ring if it ain't meant
I'm tryna make this love thing work
Next minute I'd be thinking you've got a curve
This nigga got nerve, tryna play me for a bird
I don't want this shit, you can keep that purse
You can keep that whip, you can have that bitch
You'll never find another 10-caramel skin with the right tan
I don't fuck with the hype man
So stop hyping shit like it's still the first night, damn
Being being that you hit it, 'bout 100 times
From the room to the kitchen like one more round
When I used to the dishes you was all up in it
Now you wanna act different

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
You're tryna give a nigga tough love
But shawty know I give enough love
So mama if you keep this up love
Then you gon' have me saying "fuck love, fuck love"
Fuck love, fuck love, fuck love
Girl you have me saying "fuck love"
Fuck love, fuck love
Girl you have me saying