Trust Me Lyrics

Yuh
Man, talk to these niggas (Grow up, nigga)
Uh
Uh, huh, huh, huh, huh

Kelly Rowland seats in the Benz
Got me a brownskin vibe just like her
We get geeked, make her sign like Mariah
Lay back, give her that wood like Tiger
Never get caught slippin', the wind still tippin'
This big-money business
I count up the money, she doin' the dishes
Still in relationship with all my bitches
Goyard trunk with heavy artillery
Not Fresh Prince, but I need me a Hilary
Jake Gyllenhaal, my life is a movie scene
But I'm still writin' the endin'
Too many diamonds, I need me a henchman
The way that I ball, never sat on them benches
It's first-round pick, bitch, who is you kiddin'?
I hit it like Mike Jack, she wantin' that thriller
In the Manila the way that I punch shit just like Ali
The villa I sleep in, it sit on the beach
Shrimp linguine, it came with the steak
None of these niggas takin' shit off my plate
The richer I get, the more that they hate
Send some fine shit, they gon' fall for the bait
This draft more realer, ain't up for debate
I presi' the Rollie like head of the state
Chris Rock diamonds all up in the pendant
All of this motion, they wanna go clip it
IRL, is it real, is it fake?
The 808 kick, the speaker keep twitchin'
The mission impossible, I cruise right through it
The way I get to it, they want me to lose it
Oh, bitch-ass nigga, better go get to it
Back and forth like Aaliyah
Tryna break a neck in the back like Kia
The boy get geeked, eyes low, can't see ya
My bitch got a whole lotta money like BIA

Boss-ass ho, down-ass bitch
How you live life without takin' a risk?
I like her, I buy her and cuddle her wrist
Shedeur in the air, I'm the first-round pick
Shedeur in the air, I'm first-round
Shedeur in the air, I'm first-round
Shedeur in the air, I'm first-round
Shedeur in the air, I'm— yuh
Boss-ass ho, down-ass bitch
How you live life without takin' a risk?
I like her, I buy her and cuddle her wrist
Shedeur in the air, I'm the first-round pick

She so bad, she get straight to the trickin'
Whatever she want, she can get it, big business
Bought her a new smile straight from the dentist
Then I go call up the motherfuckin' jeweler
These niggas still buyin' grams
Three-piece suit on me like I'm Dennis, a menace in Memphis
The whip came kitted, I'm ballin' for shit sure
When the ends low, get right back to kickdoor
Off the lean, Draft Day rap like the rent due
No Three 6 ordeal, but I know for a fact my niggas'll spin you
Don't give a fuck, we still outside
Do it for love, you'll die 'bout your pride
Ain't gotta ask 'cause they ready to ride
You want a piece, but I want the whole pie
Keep it a hundred, you ain't even gotta lie
I stay fresh, I ain't even gotta try
I been blessed, I'm way in the sky
High-end designer, go suit and tie

Boss-ass ho, down-ass bitch
How you live life without takin' a risk?
I like her, I buy her and cuddle her wrist
Shedeur in the air, I'm the first-round pick

Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch
Cuddle up her wrist, cuddle her
Huh, yuh, huh, huh
I got a million in my bag
Know for a fact she gon' fuck for these racks
I keep the city on my shoulders
Carry it around like a bag of stacks
I put lil' shawty in high-end designer
Want a new body, what's the tag on that?
She wanna walk with the player squad
Fuck 'round, shut down Booby Trap, yuh
First-round, first-round, first-round
First-round, look
First

If you ever produced anything in life, you'll know that you have samples
And with samples, you get your first round
And in the first round of samples, we all know nothing's ever perfect, but
First-round samples always hold the most value
They're the closest, most near and dear thing to the heart
Because, well, it's the first creation
Anyway, everything after the first-round sample is a copy
An alteration and a variation of, well, the first round
Whatever it is that you started off doing
The original, the beginning
Where it all starts