Headie One ft. NorthSideBenji - Showed Me Lyrics

See I can't trust no more, I only trust my money machine
'Cause the only ones who doubted, ones who came up with me
One inside the head, gotta keep this gun where I sleep
And don't come around these sides, nigga, we ride out
Bando bustin' 'round the Eastside like beehives and
Now we runnin' 'round in Vlive, nigga, we live now
Said that he would ride or die, then swear he'd show me
How much times is you gon' lie? Boy, you showed me (One)

One percent, all you see is the wrist behind them tints (turn, turn)
My old link wanna link, but I'm good in my Cuban link (One)
How many times have we took that risk and act before you used to think? (Turn)
We just gotta get back like Ludacris (turn, turn, turn, ayy)
Just stepped in Harrod's, spent some wads on me and gangdem (told me turn)
How bro-bro lose that machine? Now the feds gonna pree the pattern (One)
Told lil' bro he ain't ever gon' force the badness (suh-suh-suh-suh)
Don't be the guy to sign out 'cause the judge tryna prove you're soft to the mandem
Made it happen
From a place where it's hard to make it happen (suh, suh)
Close to the edge, they wanna see me fall off like Bradley Branning (One)
Had to spend them wappies same way I spent on fashion (brr, brr)
Tryna get to the opps, put them on a shirt, make them part of brandin' (One)

See I can't trust no more, I only trust my money machine
'Cause the only ones who doubted, ones who came up with me
One inside the head, gotta keep this gun where I sleep
And don't come around these sides, nigga, we ride out
Bando bustin' 'round the Eastside like beehives and
Now we runnin' 'round in Vlive, nigga, we live now
Said that he would ride or die, then swear he'd show me
How much times is you gon' lie? Boy, you showed me

How much times did I slide with two in the smoke and manage? (Turn)
Now twenty-five for that ssh, I guess life is lavish (told me turn, ayy)
Auto in a auto, can't forget when that dinger was manual (brr, brr)
Or when I saddled with my shotty and bomber jacket (One)
I can tell you 'bout field work, never played for Crystal Palace (suh-suh-suh-suh)
I let this bad B give me hassle only 'cause you ratchet and hold this ratchet (suh-suh-suh-suh)
How much times did I buss that package, go through country phones and balance? (One)
Wrote my first tape for the T-house, I invested in my trizzy and talent

See I can't trust no more, I only trust my money machine
'Cause the only ones who doubted, ones who came up with me
One inside the head, gotta keep this gun where I sleep
And don't come around these sides, nigga, we ride out
Bando bustin' 'round the Eastside like beehives and
Now we runnin' 'round in Vlive, nigga, we live now
Said that he would ride or die, then swear he'd show me
How much times is you gon' lie? Boy, you showed me

(Yo, ADP on beats, boy)