Trust Issues

Cardi B - Trust Issues Lyrics

[Chorus]I don't really trust them no moreAll these bitches do is talk behind your back, that's a no goAnd I don't really stress it no moreGetting all this money made my heart so coldMiddle finger up to you hoesHating on me, I'm making moves on the road thoughAnd I don't really trust them no moreI don't really stress it no moreI don't be trusting them, I don't be trusting themI don't be stressing them, I don't be stressing themI swear I just flex on them, I swear I just flex on themI swear I just flex on them, I swear I just flex on them[Verse 1]Carbi B, me, bad oneYou bitches, sad onesI just get my money and I style on themAll them bitches broke and they mad I just dab on themWave bye, hit the gas on them200 on the dash on themI don't say much, I just swag on themI be killin' them, I go Fab on themLeft right, throwing jabs at themNight night, I'ma black on themHit the game raw, no MagnumsCan't stop winning, God, finna go platinum[Chorus]I don't really trust them no moreAll these bitches do is talk behind your back, that's a no goAnd I don't really stress it no moreGetting all this money made my heart so coldMiddle finger up to you hoesHating on me, I'm making moves on the road thoughAnd I don't really trust them no moreI don't really stress it no moreI don't be trusting them, I don't be trusting themI don't be stressing them, I don't be stressing themI swear I just flex on them, I swear I just flex on themI swear I just flex on them, I swear I just flex on them[Verse 2]NY, Cardi next in lineYeah, it's my time, real hittas gonna respect mineI got deadlines, I'ma hit the headlinesAin't no bedtime, young boss, nigga, I ain't lyingI fuck shit up then I come for my checksWhat you expect? Cardi in full effectI see they mad, I see they vexedBut it's not my fault when I shoot it's all netLike swish, now they look at the flick of the wristThey sending shots but I swear it's all missCardi fall off, yeah, bitch, you wishYou must be drunk off all of those liqs[Outro]I don't be trusting them, I don't be trusting themI don't be stressing them, I don't be stressing themI swear I just flex on them, I swear I just flex on themI swear I just flex on them, I swear I just flex on themNY, Cardi next in lineYeah, it's my time, real hittas gonna respect mineI got deadlines, I'ma hit the headlinesAin't no bedtime, young boss, nigga, I ain't lying