Can't Trust Her

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]

Ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]

Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)

I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)

That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)

Find out, that she stealin' I'mma kill her

Swear I can't love her, can't trust her

I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her

Can't love her, can't trust her

Can't love her, can't trust her

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Drop, Phantom, camera, Rolls

Tripped her out her pantyhose

She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)

You know the way I handle hoes

All my hoes got bitches too

All my guns come with extensions

Girl who the fuck you talkin' to?

Better watch your tone and get out my business

She always home I'm always gone

Ho stick to me just like cologne

Kush is still Guwop cologne

I smell like five pounds of strong

She won't believe me, she won't believe me

She don't believe me, she don't believe me

G-G-Gucci Mane be real and flexin'

I can buy thirty five SS's

She call my phone I hit decline

And I ain't fine with fuckin' textin'

Cold dirty world you better wear your boots

You know it's hurtin' me to hurt you it hurts me too

I know I got a cold heart but baby not about you

I know I lie but if the shoes changed you'd lie too

My ride or die bitch she gone and I miss my boo

I ride by you in the coupe fuck I miss my roof

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]

Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)

I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)

That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)

Find out, that she stealin' I'mma kill her

Swear I can't love her, can't trust her

I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her

Can't love her, can't trust her

Can't love her, can't trust her

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]

Who? Rich Homie baby

First of all, I can't trust no woman

So baby leave, all my bitches

Take off like Bessie Coleman

Bitch you freakin', niggas ain't speakin'

Let them know this

Them niggas leachin', give me back

All my shit you owe me

That trigger squeezin', shootin'

At all these motherfuckers

Breakin' on polices, fuck dinner trays

Got three covers

Straight out them trenches

Me and my nigga workin' double

He love them millions

Know what the crazy thing is?

I hate I love 'em (I do)

Oh, me and Guwop straight up East Atlanta with it

Word around town? (What's that?) Your new drop rented

(I know) I got loose knots in my denim (yeah)

And a shoe box full of benji's (Rich Homie)

Two shots and I'm in 'em

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]

Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)

I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)

That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)

Find out, that she stealin' I'mma kill her

Swear I can't love her, can't trust her

I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her

Can't love her, can't trust her

Can't love her, can't trust her