Trouble (feat. Blackheart & Humbeats) lyrics

(Humbeats)

[Verse 1: Blackheart]
b*tch I got a lot on my mind
I'm blowing up like I'm a mine
And I know that I'm feeling fine
And my shorty pus*y divine, yeah
I got a nine out of ten
My shorty a ten out of five
I send the shivers up her spine
Shorty is one of a kind
She dancing on me, she so graceful
She gone do just what I say so
All because I chase the peso
I'm after mucho dinero
She calling me Robert DeNiro
Balling wall to wall it's like casinos
Shorty gonna give me deep throat
Cause I'm working stacking up the C-notes
Hold up shut up
b*tch no you not gonna
No, you is no gunna
b*tch you don't want none of
Hold up, models
Poppin' burnin' rubber
b*tch I go full throttle
Yeah I know I'm gutter