I don't know who I can trust
I sold them the lean but I know that it was 'tus
They cuffed me on the plane but I had the percies flushed
I was spinnin' in the air like a Pidgeotto gust
Lots of legs in the whip, drivin' a centipede
If I'm hoppin' on the beat I'm D-Wade with that heat
I'm conditionin' the block, I rinse and repeat
Hey, I like to talk but I know everyone sweet
Bitch, I'm not a hippie but I keep the peace
You can't throw shade on me, I killed my insecurities
I turn a rat into a ghost, I'm not talkin' 'bout sheets
Wake up every morning, make sure my money increase
And count it up
Keep counting, Imma let the money talk to 'em
Count it up
Keep counting!
Stacy (Yeah)
Stacy (Yeah)
Stacy (Yeah)
Stacy (Yeah)
I don't know who I can trust
I sold them the lean but I know that it was 'tus
They cuffed me on the plane but I had the percies flushed
I was spinnin' in the air like a Pidgeotto gust
