Trust Me Eve 6

I got the 944
I got the 3-day stubble
I got my foot to the floor, to the floor
I got the saccharine smile
Been flashing it for a while
My jaw's starting to get tired, to get tired

It's nothing personal, dog
But if you're out for a jog
You'd best look out for the plates
That say God

I'm the type of guy you can't throw very far but
You can trust me
You can trust me
I'm the type of guy who likes to shoot for the stars
And baby, if you love me
Then you'll trust me

I got the friends in Dubai
I got the place in Hawaii
I got the decadent style, it's the style
An expensive cigarette
A twenty year old brunette
A dog you'd better not pet, yeah, you bet