Trust You

[Intro]

Ay unno

Me? Me get every bloodclot ting

Ah him ah mind me, ah him bring di money come gimmie

Yuh no see mi titty dem how dem stiff an tun up? Ah him buy dem gimmie

Yuh no see how mi batty cock up an firm? Ah him buy it gimmie

Yuh no see mi big house wid car an land? Ah him buy it gimmie

So tell me, weh would I want wid unno skettle bald people mon?

Nuttin

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]

These women ain't shit but hoes with tricks

Baby girl, you different

When you're not around, it feels like something's missing

And I know you keep it real

Never tell no lie

Know you heard what they say

True love is hard to find

I just might trust you with my drugs

Trust you with my money

Just might trust you with my drugs

Might trust you with my money

Girl, I'll trust you with my drugs

Might trust you with my money

Might just trust you with my drugs

Might trust you with my money, girl

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

Started out as just a fuck mission

Who'd have thought I would've fucked with ya

Dope boy, they got trust issues

Never imagined being stuck with you

Years later, we in the villa suites

Top back, we on vanilla seats

Reminiscing about my episodes

With them extra hoes, but you didn't cheat

Cold nights when you couldn't sleep

Celine bags were the given treat

C-Class helped you see past

All them other hoes, and that they niggas weak

Whoo! I'm good money

Got you talking in dollar signs

It's all good that she the top bitch

But she just wanna know the bottom line

I don't blame her, I don't change her

I just sit back and give her options

Phillip Lim, Derek Lam

Every baller gotta know she's sponsored

Whoo! You earned that

Now where the fuck did you learn that?

We turnt up, we turnt out

We too far gone to ever turn back

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]

These women ain't shit but hoes with tricks

Baby girl, you different

When you're not around, it feels like something's missing

And I know you keep it real

Never tell no lie

Know you heard what they say

True love is hard to find

I just might trust you with my drugs

Trust you with my money

Just might trust you with my drugs

Might trust you with my money

Girl, I'll trust you with my drugs

Might trust you with my money

Might just trust you with my drugs

Might trust you with my money, girl

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

Locked phones, past tense

Pass codes, we past this

Pass time, Presidential

Rolexes, both sexes

Blue bezel we both flexing

Big diamonds, we Bowflexing

Pitch dope, touch down

Both sports, I'm Bo Jackson

Your bitch fronting, that's you

My bitch stunting, that's me

I break it down, then break her off

I'm breaking bread, and that's key

We everything that they talk about

Know them haters be watching

Them bitches lurking -- your page locked

And they still know when you shopping

They still know that I'm balling

You still know that I'm all in

Your ex nigga, your next nigga

Gon' hate the fact that I'm spoiling

Whoo! But you earned that

Now where the fuck did you learn that?

We turnt up, we turnt out

We too far gone to ever turn back

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]

These women ain't shit but hoes with tricks

Baby girl, you different

When you're not around, it feels like something's missing

And I know you keep it real

Never tell no lie

Know you heard what they say

True love is hard to find

I just might trust you with my drugs

Trust you with my money

Just might trust you with my drugs

Might trust you with my money

Girl, I'll trust you with my drugs

Might trust you with my money

Might just trust you with my drugs

Might trust you with my money, girl

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]

Please don't mind

I just need some time

These requirements

Just gotta make sure you meet all mine

Standing there staring, with your bow-legged stance

Trust being nothing you could hold in your hand

Hustle in the hood, strong with the bands

Look at you as something more than a ho I could smash

Or being something bad I could bone at the bag

Pole in my pants standing at attention

When you step out of the shower and your ass is wiggling

Glance at the ceiling

Now your glass is empty

Thinking backwards, really

I done grabbed a vixen

That supposed to be a fitter after video

Stacks'll really blow

Dancers get exposed

Missing you when you not around

We text each other when out of town

You remain the same no matter up or down

These other women stay pretending

Money come and they help us spend it

But'll fuck my niggas in the very minute

I was down and out and had to go to prison

Kinda high role play, acki

And again I say I like these hoes