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conversations.value: Write me a song called Counterfeit with the following description: “Counterfeit” is a synth-heavy, spacey track that sees Chris call out the fake women in his life who are only interested in his fame and money. The track initially only featured Chris' former flame Rihanna and Wiz Khalifa. A 15-second snippet was released as part of the X album teaser, leading fans to believe that the track was intended for Chris' sixth studio album. However, the track leaked in full later in the month and did not make the final cut for X.
  “Counterfeit” was one of many tracks supposedly leaked by Chris' old manager, Tina Davis, who Chris publicly called out. Following the snippet, fans questioned Rihanna on her involvement on the song, which she quickly shut down. The version included on Before the Party features new vocals from Kelly Rowland on the chorus. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
  Swear it isn't real
  I like the way it looks, but I hate the way it feels, oh
  I know what it is, uh
  I've seen this before, got caught for a million
  I know that I'm nervous
  'Cause there really ain't a thing natural about it
  Water into wine, please
  She seem like a miracle, I know that's impossible
  [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
  You don't wanna love, maybe not
  Baby, you gon' give me everythin' you got, damn right
  Say you love me, ooh
  Why you in my bed turnin' over like the graves of the ones before you, 'fore ya?
  [Chorus: Chris Brown & Rihanna, 
  Chris Brown
  ]
  I keep lookin' for love (
  Love
  )
  Can't find it in a party (
  Oh
  ), in a whole room full of bodies (
  Oh
  )
  I keep lookin' for love (
  Love
  )
  Dyin' over diamonds (
  Oh
  )
  Counterfeit designin'
  I'm not feelin' these counterfeit hoes
  (Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
  (I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes)
  Feelin' these counterfeit hoes
  (Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
  Feelin' these counterfeit hoes, hoes
  (I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes, I'm not) [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
  Alright
  This is some old movie shit
  Everything fake like a movie script
  Everything I got public, so
  You already know how the groupies get
  Pulled up in the fakest city with the Lambo' sittin' and my Rambo with me
  Plus I got a bitch so bad, with a rep so cold, big ass, big titties
  Stuck in a fairytale lifestyle
  Snow White rollin' with gold diggers
  Nigga say, "How much for that one?"
  Shit, I ain't even know she was a ho, nigga
  I meet these hoes erryday
  Try to turn love like erry way
  Hundred dollars bills run the color of red
  So I'm countin' my dough in a private place, yikes
  [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
  You don't wanna love, maybe not
  Baby, you gon' give me everythin' you got, damn right
  Say you love me, ooh
  Why you in my bed turnin' over like the graves of the ones before you, 'fore ya?
  [Chorus: Chris Brown & Kelly Rowland, 
  Chris Brown
  , 
  Chris Brown & Rihanna
  ]
  I keep lookin' for love (
  Love
  )
  I can't find it in a party (
  Oh
  ), in a whole room full of bodies (
  Oh
  )
  I keep lookin' for love (
  Love
  )
  Dyin' over diamonds (
  Yeah
  )
  Counterfeit designin' (
  Yeah
  )
  I'm not feelin' these counterfeit hoes
  (Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
  (I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes)
  Feelin' these counterfeit hoes
  (Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
  Feelin' these counterfeit hoes, hoes
  (I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes, I'm not) [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
  Uh, hold up, wait
  Shoulda been on time but you showed up late
  Had a little feelin' but it's gone away
  Gave you a piece, you want a whole damn plate
  Wanna play, wanna ball
  Wanna have your cake and eat it all
  Now I gotta new one outta state
  So them ratchets gonna hate
  But they hated Jesus, man
  Runnin' around sayin' you don't need a man
  You know you gon' miss them private flights
  Errythin' high with Young Khalifa, man
  Errythin' paid for
  It's taken its course, so much back and then forth
  That's a erryday thing though, woo
  So I'm skatin'
  Headin' straight for your replacement
  'Cause your story, I couldn't take it
  It had holes in it like Jason
  But I stuck around and stayed patient
  Mama called me up basin'
  Father called me up pacin'
  All your friends were all basic
  Now I see right through you, woulda thought a nigga had LASIK
  Extra cash, spent that so my car look like a spaceship
  Wanna leave me? That's cool, I was thinkin' 'bout leavin' you
  Walked out the door like poof, made it look like the thing to do [Chorus: Chris Brown & Rihanna, 
  Chris Brown
  , 
  Wiz Khalifa
  ]
  I keep lookin' for love (
  Love
  , 
  hahaha
  )
  Can't find it in a party (
  Oh
  ), in a whole room full of bodies (
  Oh
  , 
  uh
  )
  I keep lookin' for love (
  Love
  )
  Dyin' over diamonds (
  Yeah
  )
  Counterfeit designin' (
  Yeah
  )
  I'm not feelin' these counterfeit hoes
  (Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
  (I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes)
  Feelin' these counterfeit hoes
  (Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
  Feelin' these counterfeit hoes, hoes
  (I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes, I'm not)