Trust Issues Lyrics By Cardi B
I don't really trust 'em no more
All these bitches doing stuff behind your back, that's no go
And I don't really stress 'em no more
Getting all this money, made my heart so cold
Middle finger up to you hoes
Hating on me, I'm making moves on the road though
And I don't really trust 'em no more
I don't really stress 'em no more
I don't be trusting 'em
I don't be trusting 'em
I don't be stressing 'em
I don't be stressing 'em
I swear I just flex on 'em
I swear I just flex on 'em
I swear I just flex on 'em
I swear I just flex on 'em
Cardi B, me, bad one
You bitches, sad ones
I just get my money and I style on 'em
All them bitches broke and they mad, I just dab on 'em
Wave bye, hit the gas on 'em
Two hunnid on the dash on 'em
I don't say much, I just swag on 'em
I be killing 'em
I go fab on 'em
Left, right, throwing jabs at 'em
Night, night, I'ma black on 'em
In the game raw, no magnums
Can't stop winning 'cause finna go platinum
I don't really trust 'em no more
All these bitches doing stuff behind your back, that's no go
And I don't really stress 'em no more
Gettin' all this money, made my heart so cold
Middle finger up to you hoes
Hatin' on me I'm makin' moves on the road, though
And I don't really trust 'em no more
I don't really stress 'em no more
I don't be trusting 'em
I don't be trusting 'em
I don't be stressing 'em
I don't be stressing 'em
I swear I just flex on 'em
I swear I just flex on 'em
I swear I just flex on 'em
I swear I just flex on 'em
NY, Cardi next in line, yeah it's my time
Real hitters gon' respect mine
I got deadlines, I'm a hit the headlines
Ain't no bedtime, young boss ****, I ain't lying
I fuck shit up, then I come for my checks
What you expect? Cardi in full effect
I see they mad, I see the effects
But it's not my fault when I shoot it's on them
Like swish, now they look at the flick of their wrist
They sending shots but I swear it's all miss
Cardi fall off, yeah bitch, you wish
You must be drunk off all of those licks
I don't be trusting 'em (I don't be trusting 'em)
I don't be stressing 'em (I don't be stressing 'em)
I swear I just flex on 'em (I swear I just flex on 'em)
I swear I just flex on 'em (I swear I just flex on 'em)
NY, Cardi next in line, yeah it's my time
Real hitters gon' respect mine
I got deadlines, I'm a hit the headlines
Ain't no bedtime, young boss ****, I ain't lying
