Don't Trust Lyrics - Mike Will Made It

Who I be? Juicy J 

One bitch won't do shit, I gotta fuck two a day 

Always 'bout gettin' paid 

Paper chasin' and I can't let a single dollar get away 

Blowin' money like weed smoke 

Spend a couple bands just to make it all double back 

On the block like a running back 

Put the chopper at your ass, have your tough ass runnin' laps 

These niggas beefin' with each other over lame ass hoes 

Seen the same bitch in the club suckin' dick for some Rosé Mo 

A few words of advice but I keep my name off your tape, young nigga 

I got niggas that'll kill for me, if I say the word they gon' pull that trigger 

Once again, I be goin' in 

I be at these niggas necks like a violin 

Nigga fucked up, gotta go and try again 

1-800-GET-RICH, broke nigga dial in 

Let me tell you people what a boss is 

You ain't rich if you still got broke friends 

Cause you know they still hate on a nigga 

Tryna get some money, they gon' send you up a river 

I don't trust these hoes 

And I don't trust these niggas 

I don't trust these hoes 

And I don't trust these niggas 

I don't get caught up though 

I pull them triggers 

Cause I don't trust these hoes 

And I don't trust these niggas 

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How can a nigga trust any one of you clowns? 

When my own family let me down 

Everybody in this mothafucka, hands out 

Bullseye on a mothafucka's grands out 

So I thumb swag, niggas know I stand out 

Pull up in the Casper, then the bitches ran out 

Neck shine like police lights 

Niggas lookin', say we hood light street life, beef's cookin' 

Flash money 'round ratchet hoes, they gon' steal it 

Bitch fuck with my money, somebody gettin' killed 

Gotta watch these niggas, gotta watch these bitches 

I trust my chopper to watch my riches 

Sewed the game up like stitches 

Fuck snitches, you niggas comin' up short like midgets 

I try to keep the shit one thousand 

With the niggas who kept it one thousand 

I'ma hustle, fuck loungin' 

When I didn't have shit, you didn't come around then 

Thought she was my bitch, she was your bitch 

Her bitch, his bitch, a for sure bitch 

You caught feelings, now you wanna kill her 

Don't get upset, dog, that's just the real her 

These bitches love givin' head, love spendin' bread 

Sellin' pussy on the low, what you said? 

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