She don't trust niggas She say I'm the reason she don't love niggas Girl don't fall in love with him He just wanna see you in the mud with him You think he got your back He left you in a trap Say you need no help But baby we don't roll like that Ice all on your wrist And I left hundreds on your lap Picked you from the dirt while all these other bitches laughed at you Thrown they hands at you You know I'm the type of guy To throw these bands at you Let me know Uhhh No this ain't the regular me Baby we get the bag forreal We on the dash forreal I told her grab the wheel Shit can get graphic So I roll with a bad bitch I keep it tucked inside all the time Ain't a time I don't have it I rock shit that we couldn't afford I fell in love with the store I had to jump off the porch No Gucci it's only dior Can't get enough I want more Walked in I saw blood on the floor I left the club in a sport Hit a liq on the plug I'm on tour Uh Henny on ice She like the shit that I like End of the night I'm in that pussy All right Uhhh Back of the Benz Girl you know we on fire Uhh It's been to long I been waiting a while 50k up on her lap She taking a snap And lil mama bring it back Yeah she my lil snack I ain't scared to bring her out My momma let her in the house F*ck around we bringing hell Uh See the guns up in the shelf She don't trust niggas She say I'm the reason she don't love niggas Girl don't fall in love with him He just wanna see you in the mud with him You think he got your back He left you in a trap Say you need no help But baby we don't roll like that Ice all on your wrist And I left hundreds on your lap Picked you from the dirt while all these other bitches laughed at you Thrown they hands at you You know I'm the type of guy To throw these bands at you Let me know