Trust Me

No, uh-uh, excuse me, wait, baby, treat yo' cash

And remind me when we get home to get goin'

And crack my whip and pack yo' shit

Before I 92.3, The Beat yo' ass

Naw, bitch, look at me when I talk to you

I checked the bitch and said, "Ah-ha, some shit?

No, uh-uh, shut up, you gon' do what I tell you to do"

Now name three muthafuckas you can call

You can't

One pimpin' that, two pimpin' that, three pimpin' that

That bitch got off

(Say what, my ****, Suga Free, what you say?)

Snoop say what? (Huh?) I said

I'm pimpin' that, you pimpin' that, she pimpin' that

That bitch does all

Naw, pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't easy)

But hoin' ain't hard, no (Hoin' ain't hard, no)

Baby, you gon' have to ho (Ho, ho, ho)

Or, lady, I'ma have to go (See ya, see ya)

Suga Free, bitch, that don't stand for some old nice ass ****

Tryna get some pussy and you tryna get some of this dick for free

I'ma live to be an old ass pimp with cataracts

Reminiscin' on regular park trees with the homies

And slappin' bitches in Cadillacs

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much, hey

Now check me, I'm in a hell of a situation

I got love for the homegirl, but it ain't no escapin'

Now I've been waitin' for the chance for me to do my thang

'Cause when I go out, baby, I go out with a bang (Bang, bang)

Thursday night, 'bout to hang out at the House of Blues

Fresh attire, new shoes, plus a new hairdo, whoo

I'm mesmerized by the music that they bump in the club

I see my homegirl man lookin' like he need some love

And everytime I see him, he be givin' me the eye

'Cause he my type and I'm his type, and plus we love to ride

Imagine that, off we left

Hot sweat, hot sex, it ain't like we just met

Why she trust me? Since his girl went on a little trip

I made his sweat drip, he made me strip

It ain't my fault he in a fucked up relationship

That just go to show you never know who you dealin' with

Love over friendship, that's why I live my life trustless, yeah

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much, hey

Hmm, I spent the night at the homie's house, shit

Slept in his living room, on his couch

**** high in a muthafucka, burnt out

Before you know it, goddamn, the homie chirped out

And he ain't say shit, he just dip in his Seville as he peel

Left me at the pad with his girl, damn, what the deal?

Now baby got a gown on, gettin' her clown on

As she slid downstairs, now she takin' me down home

Cheatin' in the next room, in the homeboy's bedroom

Am I wrong? Shit, on and on and on and on

Now what am I to do if you was me and I was you?

His baby mama in my face, she shakin' poo-poo, what would you do?

Trust is a muthafuckin' loco shit

And so is temptation, and I don't know what I'ma do

Come on through, so I can cum on you

Shit, if the homie knew, if the homie knew

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na-na

Na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na-na

Na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na-na

Na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na-na