Lost My Trust (feat. Cordae)
Know we don't got nothing yeah that bool with you
Yeah that Rhude for you
But when you go up like a rocket
They got bad news for you
When you in that limelight
And you famous, keep a tool on you
When you hard with the bars
And you rhyming cause they snooze on you
Yeah it's a trillion bitches in the world
So why I'm going to fuss with you
I lost my trust for you
When I found out you had fucked homie
But that's what I get for just trying to love on you
Put a cuff on you
Hop out the truck with a chop on me
Yeah I'm walking around diamond dust on me
My diamonds be dancing
And I just got all up in her guts left her cramping
Tell her get on this motherfucking dick
The bank on a n yeah change him
If I get the drop on a n I'm drenching
Lets slap a switch on the glock leave it ringing
Put a hole in her plate when she bitching
I'm eating good on pasta and steak yeah
I was in the hood when I made my first million
And it felt so good baby
And they told me that I couldn't baby
Yeah I made them regret, believe me
So I ain't cop a couple watches yeah
Know we don't got nothing yeah that bool with you
Yeah that Rhude for you
But when you go up like a rocket
They got bad news for you
When you in that limelight
And you famous, keep a tool on you
When you hard with the bars
And you rhyming cause they snooze on you
Yeah it's a trillion bitches in the world
So why I'm going to fuss with you
I lost my trust for you
When I found out you had fucked homie
But that's what I get for just trying to love on you
Put a cuff on you,Hop out the truck with a chop on me
Yeah I'm walking around diamond dust on me
Yeah, uh
Diamonds is dancing on me but I just gave a chain to my lil homie
I ain't gangsta but I keep that pistol on me
When you up gon find out that ns phony
Living lavish but damn I been living lonely
That's the price that you pay when you getting money
I ain't worried we traveling to different countries
Had to cut ns off I can't fuck with dummies
A n so blessed tryna save and invest
I might fuck around and cop a villa (oh lord)
My brother just dropped out of school
He a fool keep a tool like he Bob the builder (oh my)
Yeah I'm a real n but I gotta admit that my father realer
From a place where some ns might rob and kill ya
Butterfly gon emerge from a Caterpillar (oh my)
Know we don't got nothing yeah that bool with you
Yeah that Rhude for you
But when you go up like a rocket, they got bad news for you
When you in that limelight
And you famous, keep a tool on you
When you hard with the bars
And you rhyming cause they snooze on you
Yeah it's a trillion bitches in the world
So why I'm going to fuss with you
I lost my trust for you
When I found out you had fucked homie
But that's what I get for just trying to love on you
Put a cuff on you
Hop out the truck with a chop on me
Yeah I'm walking around diamond dust on me
Yeah that Rhude for you
But when you go up like a rocket
They got bad news for you
When you in that limelight
And you famous, keep a tool on you
When you hard with the bars
And you rhyming cause they snooze on you
Yeah it's a trillion bitches in the world
So why I'm going to fuss with you
I lost my trust for you
When I found out you had fucked homie
But that's what I get for just trying to love on you
Put a cuff on you
Hop out the truck with a chop on me
Yeah I'm walking around diamond dust on me
My diamonds be dancing
And I just got all up in her guts left her cramping
Tell her get on this motherfucking dick
The bank on a n yeah change him
If I get the drop on a n I'm drenching
Lets slap a switch on the glock leave it ringing
Put a hole in her plate when she bitching
I'm eating good on pasta and steak yeah
I was in the hood when I made my first million
And it felt so good baby
And they told me that I couldn't baby
Yeah I made them regret, believe me
So I ain't cop a couple watches yeah
Know we don't got nothing yeah that bool with you
Yeah that Rhude for you
But when you go up like a rocket
They got bad news for you
When you in that limelight
And you famous, keep a tool on you
When you hard with the bars
And you rhyming cause they snooze on you
Yeah it's a trillion bitches in the world
So why I'm going to fuss with you
I lost my trust for you
When I found out you had fucked homie
But that's what I get for just trying to love on you
Put a cuff on you,Hop out the truck with a chop on me
Yeah I'm walking around diamond dust on me
Yeah, uh
Diamonds is dancing on me but I just gave a chain to my lil homie
I ain't gangsta but I keep that pistol on me
When you up gon find out that ns phony
Living lavish but damn I been living lonely
That's the price that you pay when you getting money
I ain't worried we traveling to different countries
Had to cut ns off I can't fuck with dummies
A n so blessed tryna save and invest
I might fuck around and cop a villa (oh lord)
My brother just dropped out of school
He a fool keep a tool like he Bob the builder (oh my)
Yeah I'm a real n but I gotta admit that my father realer
From a place where some ns might rob and kill ya
Butterfly gon emerge from a Caterpillar (oh my)
Know we don't got nothing yeah that bool with you
Yeah that Rhude for you
But when you go up like a rocket, they got bad news for you
When you in that limelight
And you famous, keep a tool on you
When you hard with the bars
And you rhyming cause they snooze on you
Yeah it's a trillion bitches in the world
So why I'm going to fuss with you
I lost my trust for you
When I found out you had fucked homie
But that's what I get for just trying to love on you
Put a cuff on you
Hop out the truck with a chop on me
Yeah I'm walking around diamond dust on me
Credits
Writer(s): Sam Matthew, Levi Bandito, Raqhid Jevon Render, Dunston Cordae, Daniel Sturridge, Vincent Desrosiers, William Daniel Repko
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