S.K. - Trust You lyrics

[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 co*k 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 [Hook: Kevin Gates] These women ain't sh** 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 d** Trust you with my money Just might trust you with my d** Might trust you with my money Girl, I'll trust you with my d** Might trust you with my money Might just trust you with my d** Might trust you with my money, girl [Verse 1: Pusha T] Started out as just a f** mission Who'd have thought I would've f**ed 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-Cla** helped you see past All them other hoes, and that they n***as weak Whoo! I'm good money Got you talking in dollar signs It's all good that she the top b**h 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 f** did you learn that? We turnt up, we turnt out We too far gone to ever turn back [Hook] [Verse 2: Pusha T] Locked phones, past tense Pa** codes, we past this Pa** time, Presidential Rolexes, both s**es Blue bezel we both flexing Big diamonds, we Bowflexing Pitch dope, touch down Both sports, I'm Bo Jackson Your b**h fronting, that's you My b**h 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 b**hes 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 n***a, your next n***a Gon' hate the fact that I'm spoiling Whoo! But you earned that Now where the f** did you learn that? We turnt up, we turnt out We too far gone to ever turn back [Hook] [Outro: 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 a** is wiggling Glance at the ceiling Now your gla** 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 f** my n***as 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