TR/ST - F.T.F.

[Intro] Ay unno me get every bloodclot ting .... So tell me What would I wan wit unno skettle bald people mon Nutten [Hook: Kevin Gates] These women ain't shit but hoes with tricks Baby girl, you different When you're not around, it feels like something's missing And I know you keep it real Never tell no lie Know you heard what they say True love is hard to find I just might trust you with my drugs Trust you with my money Just might trust you with my drugs Might trust you with my money Girl, I'll trust you with my drugs Might trust you with my money Might just trust you with my drugs Might trust you with my money, girl [Verse 1: Pusha T] Started out as just a fuck mission Who'd have thought I would've fucked with ya Dope boy, they got trust issues Never imagined being stuck with you Years later, we in the villa suites Top back, we on vanilla seats Reminiscing about my episodes With them extra hoes, but you didn't cheat Cold nights when you couldn't sleep Celine bags with the giving treat C-Class helped you see past All them other hoes, and that they niggas weak Whoo! I'm good money Got you talking in dollar signs It's all good that she the top bitch But she just wanna know the bottom line I don't blame her, I don't change her I just sit back and give her options Phillip Lim, Derek Lam Every baller gotta know she's sponsored Whoo! You earned that Now where the fuck did you learn that? We turnt up, we turnt out We too far gone to ever turn back [Hook] [Verse 2: Pusha T] Locked phones, past tense Pass codes, we past this Pass time, Presidential Rolexes, both sexes Blue bezel we both flexing Big diamonds, we Bowflexing Pitch dope, touch down Both sports, I'm Bo Jackson Your bitch fronting, that's you My bitch stunting, that's me I break it down, then break her off I'm breaking bread, and that's key We everything that they talk about Know them haters be watching Them bitches lurking -- your page locked And they still know when you shopping They still know that I'm balling You still know that I'm all in Your ex nigga, your next nigga Gon' hate the fact that I'm spoiling Whoo! But you earned that Now where the fuck did you learn that? We turnt up, we turnt out We too far gone to ever turn back [Hook] [Outro: Kevin Gates] Please don't mind I just need some time These requirements Just gotta make sure you meet all mine Standing there staring, with your bow-legged stance Trust being nothing you could hold in your hand Hustle in the hood, strong with the bands Look at you as something more than a ho I could smash Or being something bad I could bone at the bag Pole in my pants standing at attention When you step out of the shower and your ass is wiggling Glance at the ceiling Now your glass is empty Thinking backwards, really I done grabbed a vixen That supposed to be a fitter after video Stacks'll really blow Dancers get exposed Missing you when you not around We text each other when out of town You remain the same no matter up or down These other women stay pretending Money come and they help us spend it But'll fuck my niggas in the very minute I was down and out and had to go to prison Kinda high role play, acki And again I say I like these hoes