Can’t Trust Her lyrics

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Can't love her, can't trust her (f*ck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
Find out, that she stealin' I'mma kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Drop, Phantom, camera, Rolls
Tripped her out her pantyhose
She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)
You know the way I handle hoes
All my hoes got b*tches too
All my guns come with extensions
Girl who the f*ck you talkin' to?
Better watch your tone and get out my business
She always home I'm always gone
Ho stick to me just like cologne
Kush is still Guwop cologne
I smell like five pounds of strong
She won't believe me, she won't believe me
She don't believe me, she don't believe me
G-G-Gucci Mane be real and flexin'
I can buy thirty five SS's
She call my phone I hit decline
And I ain't fine with f*ckin' textin'
Cold dirty world you better wear your boots
You know it's hurtin' me to hurt you it hurts me too
I know I got a cold heart but baby not about you
I know I lie but if the shoes changed you'd lie too
My ride or die b*tch she gone and I miss my boo
I ride by you in the coupe f*ck I miss my roof
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Can't love her, can't trust her (f*ck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
Find out, that she stealin' I'mma kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Who? Rich Homie baby
First of all, I can't trust no woman
So baby leave, all my b*tches
Take off like Bessie Coleman
b*tch you freakin', n*ggas ain't speakin'
Let them know this
Them n*ggas leachin', give me back
All my sh*t you owe me
That trigger squeezin', shootin'
At all these motherf*ckers
Breakin' on polices, f*ck dinner trays
Got three covers
Straight out them trenches
Me and my n*gga workin' double
He love them millions
Know what the crazy thing is?
I hate I love 'em (I do)
Oh, me and Guwop straight up East Atlanta with it
Word around town? (What's that?) Your new drop rented
(I know) I got loose knots in my denim (yeah)
And a shoe box full of benji's (Rich Homie)
Two shots and I'm in 'em
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Can't love her, can't trust her (f*ck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
Find out, that she stealin' I'mma kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her