Don't Trust - Mike WiLL Made It, Juicy J

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 suckin' dick in the club for some Rosé Mo

A few words of advice better 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

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

Sore 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?

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