I don't trust a soul, but I got my reasons

This bitch a diva, at night she my demon

I'm clutching on my pole, my room like the Four Seasons

I offered her my world, she said she don't need it

That's why I don't trust a soul, I'm closest to my G-lock

To my G-lock

If my pockets dropped low, would you help me like a seesaw?

Like a seesaw

I swear I've been getting rich off my phone, no need to sell my soul

Ain't no need to sell my soul

Just off of Mr. Benji Frank alone, she gon' fuck me and my bros

Whip don't got no license plate, so we slidin' pass the tolls

She said "If we fuck right now, would you view me as a ho?"

Oh no, I don't think so

I asked her "Would you still pop out with me if I didn't have these clothes?"

Oh no, I don't think so

The last thing I do is trust a soul, 'cause I know I got my own

I'm clutchin' on my pole, it can't come in and I won't do the show

One sec could a code, I'm really known to make it go

I'm makin' fast money off of custos that's movin' slow

I don't trust a soul, but I got my reasons

This bitch a diva, at night she my demon

I'm clutching on my pole, my room like the Four Seasons

I offered her my world, she said that she don't need it

That's why I don't trust a soul, I'm closest to my G-lock

To my G-lock

If my pockets dropped low, would you help me like a seesaw?

Like a seesaw