Don’t Trust lyrics

[Verse 1]
Who I be? Juicy J
One b*tch won't do sh*t, I gotta f*ck two a day
Always 'bout gettin' paid
Paper chasin' and I can't let a single dollar get away
Blowin' money like weed smoke
Spend a couple bands just to make it all double back
On the block like a running back
Put the chopper at your ass, have your tough ass runnin' laps
These n*ggas beefin' with each other over lame ass hoes
Seen the same b*tch suckin' di*k in the club for some Rosé Mo
A few words of advice better keep my name off your tape, young n*gga
I got n*ggas that'll kill for me, if I say the word they gon' pull that trigger
Once again, I be goin' in
I be at these n*ggas necks like a violin
n*gga f*cked up, gotta go and try again
1-800-GET-RICH, broke n*gga dial in
Let me tell you people what a boss is
You ain't rich if you still got broke friends
Cause you know they still hate on a n*gga
Tryna get some money, they gon' send you up a river

[Chorus]
I don't trust these hoes
And I don't trust these n*ggas
I don't trust these hoes
And I don't trust these n*ggas
I don't get caught up though
I pull them triggers
Cause I don't trust these hoes
And I don't trust these n*ggas
[Verse 2]
How can a n*gga trust any one of you clowns?
When my own family let me down
Everybody in this mothaf*cka, hands out
Bullseye on a mothaf*cka's grands out
Sore thumb swag, n*ggas know I stand out
Pull up in the Casper, then the b*tches ran out
Neck shine like police lights
n*ggas lookin', say we hood like street life, beef’s cookin
Flash money 'round ratchet hoes, they gon' steal it
b*tch f*ck with my money, somebody gettin' killed
Gotta watch these n*ggas, gotta watch these b*tches
I trust my chopper to watch my riches
Sewed the game up like stitches
f*ck snitches, you n*ggas comin' up short like midgets
I try to keep the sh*t one thousand
With the n*ggas who kept it one thousand
I'ma hustle, f*ck loungin'
When I didn't have sh*t, you didn't come around then
Thought she was my b*tch, she was your b*tch
Her b*tch, his b*tch, a for sure b*tch
You caught feelings, now you wanna kill her
Don't get upset, dog, that's just the real her
These b*tches love givin' head, love spendin' bread
Sellin' pus*y on the low, what you said?
[Chorus]
I don't trust these hoes
And I don't trust these n*ggas
I don't trust these hoes
And I don't trust these n*ggas
I don't get caught up though
I pull them triggers
Cause I don't trust these hoes
And I don't trust these n*ggas