Yo, French Vanilla, pour a glass for me No cream soda, a little cranberry You wear my Rolex, act too bad for me But you might need your own one, come down and dance for me You compliment my cologne, it's music to my ears when you moan Your voice and your tone, that's for me Where you gonna tell your homegirls when they ask of me? Don't tell them how you feel when you throw it back for me You better tell them of my previous and bad history Cause they'll tell you that they're into me and getting mad for me The game hasn't ever been based on sympathy I'm only good with my metaphors and my simile That's why you find it hard when you try to speak to me My communication skills, we can work on that one day gradually I really hope you never turn your back on me Cause it can get so cold when they get to January You *** your phone and you pause while you snap the dash on me I can see your reflection, it's in my chandelier You want love and affection, want a place I'm a worker Create atmosphere and then sing along till you've got potential At times you're resentful, the rain was torrential The past was eventful, the pain was essential Can we be sexual without being sensual and not be regretful? You can't put this blame on me We ain't all the same, baby, nah You know I will please you I'm not tryna leave you Won't you let me teach you to trust in me? Yo, sometimes I feel like every girl in the world is into me Is that what they call toxic masculinity? I let my girl brown, sweet and thick like Cadbury Sometimes I fantasize about Cara Delevingne I get the urge to entertain every girl that chat to me Apparently I'm in a trasha, maybe that's the trash of me But surely you weren't around when we spoke on Blackberry That surely you weren't around when we sported baggy jeans This n***a from the downtown had a uptown function Up cause I got down with my double entendre Dolce & Gabbana, dress it casually In my big automatic, I don't drive it manually Who am I telling when they ask my salary? I can't tell them what I spend on my masterpiece, they make that annually That's for me the way you did that dance for me Lord, will you turn me on to see you count 50 racks in cash for me? You're expressing all the love you have for me But if the police handcuff me, will I see you in that public gallery? Will I see you? Will you hold her down when I need you? How you gonna love me? Ain't nothing here to teach you They say that women are the root to all evil They'll love you when they come up and then when they know they'll leave you They want you to open up to them so they can read you Still gon' be deceitful Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk You can't put this blame on me We ain't all the same, baby, nah You know I will please you I'm not tryna leave you Won't you let me teach you to trust in me? Trust in me Cause it's just you and me And I know it ain't easy for you to trust, baby, nah Trust in me Cause it's just you and me And I know it ain't easy But trust in me, trust in me