Got that white gold, black diamonds Brown tims, snake skin, socks made of fox fur That's why your bitch hating Moving amazing, fast shift fantastic You basic, average, fuck your dreams, I have it They can't tell me shit though Let the gloves and pistols Back to gold it's simple Enough, catch go mental Coming for mine, I complicate it Fuck your desire, I confiscate it I'm major bitch, no contemplating It's jane doe, no conversation Who changed bitch, I'm still the same HC, bitches pinnin name, Only difference is the paper I be feeling like who the fuck are neighbors
[Hook:] I don't trust these bitches at all I don't trust these bitches at all I don't trust these bitches at all Why you judging let they young cream ball Drink, work, make the damn money till it hurt Drink, work, make the damn money till it hurt Till it hurt, till it hurt, Till it hurt, till it hurt
I've been touring the world but toronto's the block Homie still reppin dana finch, show em the glock This is 416, we do not trust the cops Show my family the way so we can always shit top We minoritios, the bottom of the system My parents foreigners who came with a mission No fuckin english, nothing but a vision I let it go and let my music do the bitchin Nowadays bitches just complainin they shit Well I be tryina feed my family, maintaining the shit I feel like boxin the bitch, but I'm containing the hits Cause I don't miss being broke, continue aiming for rich
[Hook:] I don't trust these bitches at all I don't trust these bitches at all I don't trust these bitches at all Why you judging let they young cream ball Drink, work, make the damn money till it hurt Drink, work, make the damn money till it hurt Till it hurt, till it hurt, Till it hurt, till it hurt.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
