Trouble

I heard you were trouble and you heard I was trouble But your name is a wave washing over me No games, just a slave to you totally ‘Cause I don’t care what they say about you Virgos And you don’t care what they say about me Virgo But you know what they say about trouble Pull me down closer and I hope that you want to ‘Cause I wanna be your man and I wanna say it loud You can show me where trouble goes Tell me secrets only trouble knows ‘Cause you wanna be my girl and you wanna say it loud Went and got a hustle, put a muscle on it Went and got a grip and put a muzzle on it Nigga in that paint, I’m Bill Russell on it Mulsanne with everything custom on it Number one hits, got every bitch touching on him Price of fame you lose your brain when you touch it, don’t it? Nigga, all that change ain’t changed me ‘Cause my body full of lean, tryina stay slick I done came up that black hole And I popped up in that black Rolls BET awards, Versace black robe Four heaters up, nigga that’s a hot stove Illuminati for that new Bugatti Self-made, who they ask when they ain’t got it Ten mil shield for this holy war Cash chills, your own nigga kill you For this brick of raw I want you to know that I’ve got your back Even when the whole foundation seems cracked Two punk kids up against the world Yeah trouble, there goes trouble We could be king and queen of the moonlight Two young lovers and when the mood’s right You’ll hear me say I want you To pull me down if you want to Don’t bring your chair over here, nigga Can’t get a seat if you ain’t bring nothing to the table, nigga They say you can stand dolo if you believe in something Tell ‘em “fuck ‘em all” I’m riding dolo, knock the horse of your polo Life’s a bitch and your sister with Manolo When your right hand done changed on you And got your left hand gripping things on it Dope boy dreams, mansion and a Lambo And all you get is cases lawyers can’t handle His granddaddy got me candid channels Clean them bullets, loading choppers, gripping handles Bumping Roc-A-Fella, ducking Rockefeller law Beats from Rico Love, or a hundred from a Rico law And all the blessings couldn’t stop a bullet When they creep on him, ski mask, black hoodie LaFontaine by the post office Hit him in the brain for a closed coffin For a grand my little man blow his nose off him Hundred hit him, paramedics ripping clothes off him Pull me down closer and I hope that you want to ‘Cause I wanna be your man and I wanna say it loud You can show me where trouble goes Tell me secrets only trouble knows ‘Cause you wanna be my girl and you wanna say it loud