Can't Trust A Soul - Dreezy, PnB Rock

They talk bout money, they ain’t really gettin' it huh

Lil bitch!

Don’t give a fuck nigga

Bitch you ain’t low

It’s Dreezy, Rock, let’s get it

These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it

They talkin' bout money, they ain’t really get it

These bitches be snakin', these bitches be grimey

They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I’m slippin'

I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low

Bitches be thinkin' I’m slow, little do they know

Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can’t trust a soul

These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it

They talkin' bout money, they ain’t really get it

These bitches be snakin', these bitches be grimey

They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I’m slippin'

I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low

Bitches be thinkin' I’m slow, little do they know

Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can’t trust a soul

I don’t need nobody

I’m whippin' a lowbody (lowrider)

The dock gotta human inside

The engine is robotic

I pull up reverse then I hop in the bird

Then switch up the whole topic

These bitches be fucking these niggas for nothin'

They ain’t gettin' no profit

I’ma go shop when I land

Hop on a plane with no bags

I know I’m makin' them mad, went and got

Tell him to go a lil faster

He got that top like a grad, I’ma put him ahead of the class

Either way know I ain’t givin' no pass

Niggas be faking like a Jim on The Mask

Ball so hard, fell in love with it, feeling like Sanaa Lathan

I just got top from a Muslim and I told him as-salamu alaykum

I don’t fuck with nobody, let his mama say

I’m goin' through a phase yeah

Shoulda known you a back stabber

Had a knife tatted on your face yeah

You know it’s cash when I talk

Valentino when I walk

The hatin' shit won’t get you far

coupe is the car

Got a whole thang on me right now

Smell like a P when I walk

Know I said I want a couple M’s

But know I want B’s in the vault

It’s Dreez!

These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it

They talkin' bout money, they ain’t really get it

These bitches be snakin', these bitches be grimey

They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I’m slippin'

I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low

Bitches be thinkin' I’m slow, little do they know

Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can’t trust a soul

These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it

They talkin' bout money, they ain’t really get it

These bitches be snakin', these bitches be grimey

They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I’m slippin'

I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low

Bitches be thinkin' I’m slow, little do they know

Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can’t trust a soul

I’m doin' 80 on the E-way out in Calabasas

My eyes don’t see no pussy niggas through these Gucci glasses

I pull up in that 911 they like, «That's a classic»

You could be anything in life but wanna be a mad bitch

I know you see me like 3D, niggas be fake like BB

I’m passing a hoe like I’m Mimi

You don’t be no where that we be

I know some rich nigga who gone go

'Cus I stay on leak like Nene

I know some bitches hatin' on the low

But in real life they wanna be me yeah

I’m up in a ballin' house, I gotta ring like I’m callin' out

Fuck what they talkin' bout

Me and my bitches ain’t fallin' out

You say you ballin' how

Beefin' with me at yo momma house

Chopper gon' make a bitch «Walk It Out»

Flexin' on me, then I’m poppin' now

These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it

They talkin' bout money, they ain’t really get it

These bitches be snakin', these bitches be grimey

They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I’m slippin'

I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low

Bitches be thinkin' I’m slow, little do they know

Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can’t trust a soul

These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it

They talkin' bout money, they ain’t really get it

These bitches be snakin', these bitches be grimey

They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I’m slippin'

I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low

Bitches be thinkin' I’m slow, little do they know

Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can’t trust a soul

These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it

They talkin' bout money, they ain’t really get it

These bitches be snakin', these bitches be grimey

They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I’m slippin'

I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low

Bitches be thinkin' I’m slow, little do they know

Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can’t trust a soul