Ooh, ooh [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Can't love her, can't trust her (f** 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 k** 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 b**hes too All my guns come with extensions Girl who the f** 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 f**in' 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 b**h she gone and I miss my boo I ride by you in the coupe f** I miss my roof [Hook] [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] Who? Rich Homie baby First of all, I can't trust no woman So baby leave, all my b**hes Take off like Bessie Coleman b**h you freakin', n***as ain't speakin' Let them know this Them n***as leachin', give me back All my sh** you owe me That trigger squeezin', shootin' At all these motherf**ers Breakin' on polices, f** dinner trays Got three covers Straight out them trenches Me and my n***a 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 [Hook]