Demon

Yeah, yeah (real drug rich niggas, you know we get the fuck down)

I don't trust a soul, but I got my reasons

This bitch a diva, at night she my demon

I'm clutchin' on my pole, my room like the Four Seasons

I offered her my love, she said she don't need it

That's why I don't trust a soul, I'm closest to my G-lock (grrt)

To my G-lock (uh-huh)

If my pockets dropped low, would you help me like a seesaw?

Like a seesaw, uh

I swear l've been gettin' rich off my phone, no need to sell my soul

Ain't no need to sell my soul

Just off of Mr. Benji Frank alone, she gon' fuck me and my bros

Whip don't got no license plate, so we slidin' pass the tolls (skrrt)

She said, "If we fuck right now, would you view me as a ho?"

Oh, no, I don't think so

I asked her, "Would you still pop out with me if I didn't have these clothes?"

"Oh, no, I don't think so"

The last thing I do is trust a soul 'cause I know I got my own

I'm clutchin' on my pole, it can't come in and I won't do the show (fah)

One sec, could catch a code, I'm really known to make it go

I'm makin' fast money off of custos that's movin' slow (damn)

I don't trust a soul (I don't trust a soul), but I got my reasons (but I got my reasons)

This bitch a diva, at night, she my demon

I'm clutchin' on my pole, my room like the Four Seasons

I offered her my love, she said she don't need it

That's why I don't trust a soul, I'm closest to my G-lock (G-lock)

To my G-lock (grrt)

If my pockets dropped low, would you help me like a seesaw? (Seesaw)

Like a seesaw, uh (ay, ay)

Yeah

I call the blocks, I call the shots

I call the blocks, I call the shots