[Intro: Bryson Tiller & DJ Edubb] This is a DJ Edubb, worldwide exclusive Exclusive, exclusive Oh yea, oh yea Don't call with that bitchin' don't Cause I might just say this DJ Edubb [Verse 1: Bryson Tiller] I don’t care about no woman baby, I don’t mean no harm Have been told that men are dogs and so I try not to be one I don't really give a **** about no bitch and what she wants Girl excuse my rude behavior, no time for you You're playin’ with the wrong one, huh You got the wrong one, huh Check that inbox on your phone hon Leave me alone hun I don't want ya Don't give a **** whatcha' momma thinks I’m a young nigga tryna do my thing All you haters hop off my shit Money to be got and I'ma get that shit Cuz I don't want ya, nah - yea **** this I’m gone hun, nuh [interlude] I am, I am You know what I like Oh yea, oh yea Oh yea, oh yea Oh yea, oh yea [Verse 2: Bryson Tiller] You're in no position, don't need your permission To go do what I want, even if I don't trust these bitches I don't, I don't trust these bitches, there is no commitment So I do what I want even if I go **** these bitches They might, they might catch some feelings Ask me if i give it Girl I just begun and I don't mix pleasure with business I don't, I don't love these bitches, cuz all these hoes be trippin’ I don't need to get away [Interlude: Bryson Tiller] Oh Whoa, trust issues Oh Whoa, trust issues Oh Whoa, trust issues Oh Whoa, trust issues Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah [Verse 3: Bryson Tiller] Yea, Uh Tiller man, hear me out Every song another bitch get singled out Won't say no names, but I really should She didn't never hesitate to put her business out Lame niggas, they be acting like they your friends But I know they only want get under your clothes Tell me why the **** you ever let this nigga in When you knew that he was only ****ing woman over Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell You don't even wear your white wings no more Tell my niggas I don't like weed no more But **** it I'ma blow till I don't see no more You can look at me and tell that I just ain't myself And if I let all y'all change me, then I hate myself i'm real Tell them girls grin, they ain't gotta worry 'bout a thang all my people getting in I'm ok with if my ex in the crew but if she steppin' with a dude imma be angry with him when I see him I [Verse 4: Bryson Tiller & DJ Edubb] DJ Edubb Here's the shit that drives me crazy, oh When it comes to love, I'm kinda lazy Why I never put the time in I don't never feel the need to put the pressure on them Ignore all my haters, cuz they love it when I mind them They do, they do Lets get wasted Call up mah niggas, let's all get faded [Outro: Bryson Tiller] I mean like, I'm just saying like I just can't trust a hoe man, like for real, like These bitches they be tryna talk to me, man On that Facebook and shit, they got "I'm in love with my hubby" But you still tryna talk to me doe Psshh, damn shame, what the **** man, you bitches crazy Do anything for a lil bit of fame Just to get a lil bit of hype on your name What the **** man, you hoes is crazy, I swear you hoes are crazy I don't know what to do, man, you hoes are crazy I don't know what the **** to do, man, I'm lazy, I'm ****ing lazy When it comes to love man, you, you, you, you All ya'll bitches **** with a nigga though