I can't trust nobody (nobody)
What's understood, you ain't gotta talk about it ('bout it)
Big boss, I ain't flexin', I ain't even do a motherf*ckin' push-up
You my brother, cannot trust ya (trust ya)
F*ck the money, we can't fall out about it ('bout it)
Bought a Rolls-Royce truck and it sittin' the yard
That bitch don't got no mileage
I told the label, I ain't got no stylist (no stylist)
My bankroll can't fit in my pockets (racks)
Why the f*ck you got a Dior wallet? (Woo)
Why the f*ck I can't trust nobody?
They probably mad 'cause I'm feelin' like Pusha (Pusha)
Call me Master P, nigga, I got the hook-up
She was bad-bad, you was slippin', I took it
I'm a pro in the game, you a motherf*ckin' rookie
All alone
Been feelin' like I'm all alone
On my bank account, they'll give you the blues
Came in the game, I been breakin' the rules
What's understood ain't gotta be explained ('xplained)
You can look and tell I spent a grip on my chain (rich)
I can't trust nobody (nobody)
What's understood, you ain't gotta talk about it ('bout it)
Big boss, I ain't flexin', I ain't even do a motherf*ckin' push-up
You my brother, cannot trust ya (trust ya)
F*ck the money, we can't fall out about it ('bout it)
Bought a Rolls-Royce truck and it sittin' the yard
That bitch don't got no mileage
And when I hit her from the back, she holler (holler)
When I first got the money, I was wildin' (wildin')
Gotta make sure my mama keep smilin' (Smilin')
Gotta make sure my whole team solid (woo)
Get her dressed and then I take her to the island (Island)
I been workin' so hard, money pilin' (Pilin')
Gotta watch my back 'cause I don't trust nobody (nobody)
Why these rap niggas act like bitches? (Bitches)
Sit back, then I count my riches (My riches)
And lately, I been feelin' like I'm all alone
I don't need nobody (nobody)
I got my cup to lean on
I can't trust nobody (nobody)
What's understood, you ain't gotta talk about it ('bout it)
Big boss, I ain't flexin', I ain't even do a motherf*ckin' push-up
You my brother, cannot trust ya (trust ya)
F*ck the money, we can't fall out about it ('bout it)
Bought a Rolls-Royce truck and it sittin' the yard
That bitch don't got no mileage