TRUST ME (feat. Draft Day)

Lyrics for TRUST ME (feat. Draft Day)

Yeah Man, talk to these niggas Uh, uh Huh, huh, huh, huh Cali rollin', seats in the Benz Got me a brown skin vibe just like her We get geeked, make her sign Mariah Lay back, give her that wood like Tiger Never get caught slippin', the one still tippin' It's big money business, I count up the money, she doin' the dishes Still in a relationship with all my bitches Goyard trunk with heavy artillery Not Fresh Prince, but I need me a Hilary Jake Gyllenhaal, my life is a movie scene But I'm still writin' the ending Too many diamonds, I need me a henchman The way that I ball, never sat on them benches It's first round pick, bitch, who is you kiddin'? I hit it like Mike, yeah, she wantin' that Thriller In a Manila, the way that I punch it just like I lead a villa I sleep in it, sit on the beach Triple linguine, it came with the steak None of these niggas takin' shit off my plate The richer I get, the more that they hate Sensified shit, they gon' fall for the bait This draft more real, it ain't up for debate I press through the Rollie like head of the state Chris Rock diamonds all up in the pendant All of this motion, they wanna go clip it IRL, is it real? Is it fake? The 808 kick, the speaker keep twitchin' The mission impossible, I cruise right through it The way I get to it, they want me to lose it Oh, bitch-ass nigga better go get to it Back and forth like Aaliyah Tryna break her neck in the back like Kid The boy get geeked, eyes low, can't see her My bitch got a whole lot of money like Bill Boss-ass ho, down-ass bitch How you live life without takin' a risk? I like how I buy, I cut off her wrist Shit, during the AM, the first round pick Shit, during the AM, first round Shit, during the AM, first round Shit, during the AM, first round Shit, during the AM, yeah Boss-ass ho, down-ass bitch How you live life without takin' a risk? I like how I buy, I cut off her wrist Shit, during the AM, the first round pick She so bad, skip straight to the trickin' Whatever she want, she can get it, big business Bought her a new smile straight from the dentist Then I go call up the motherfuckin' jeweler These niggas still buyin' grams Three-piece suit on me like I'm Dennis A menace in Memphis, the whip can't get it I'm ballin' for shit, sure When it ends low, get right back to kick door Off the lean, draft AR like Durant do No 360 deal, but I know for a fact my niggas'll spin you Don't give a fuck, we still outside Do it for love, you'll die 'bout your pride Ain't gotta ask 'cause they ready to ride You want a piece, but I want the whole pie Keep it a hundred, you ain't even gotta lie I stay fresh, I ain't even gotta try I been blessed, I'm way in the sky High-end designer, go suit and tie Boss-ass ho, down-ass bitch How you live life without takin' a risk? I like how I buy, I cut off her wrist Shit, during the AM, the first round pick Cut off my wrist, cut off my bitch Cut off her wrist, cut off her Huh, yeah, huh, huh I got a million in my bag Know for a fact she gon' fuck for these racks I keep the city on my shoulders Carried around like a bag of stacks I pull a shawty in high-end designer Want a new body, what's the tag on that? She wanna walk with the player squad Fourth round, shut down Booby Trap Yeah Fourth round, fourth round, fourth round Fourth round Yeah, first If you ever produced anything in life You'll know that you have samples And with samples, you get your first round And in the first round of samples, we all know nothing's ever perfect But first round samples always hold the most value They're the closest, most near and dear thing to the heart Because, well, it's the first creation Anyway, everything after the first round sample is a copy An alteration and a variation of, well, the first round Whatever it is that you started off doin' The original, the beginning Where it all starts