[Intro: Mikky Ekko]
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 Virgo
And you don't care what they say about me Virgo

But you know what they say about trouble

[Hook: Mikky Ekko]

Pull me down if you want to 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


[Verse 1: French Montana]
Went and got a hustle, put a muscle on it
Went and got a grip and put a muzzle on it

^!$$% in that paint, I'm Bill Russell on it
Mulsanne with everything custom on it
Number one hits, got every (*##$ touching on him

Price of fame you lose your brain when you touch it, don't ya?
^!$$%, all that change ain't changed me
Cause my body full of lean tryna stay sleep

I done came up that black hole
And I popped up in that black robe
BET awards, Versace black robe

Four heaters up ^!$$% that's a hot stove
Illuminati for that new Bugatti
Self made, who they ask when they ain't got it

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[Bridge: Mikky Ekko]

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


[Interlude: French Montana]
Don't bring your chair over here, ^!$$%
Can't get a seat if you ain't bring nothing to the table, ^!$$%

They say you can stand dolo if you believe in something
Tell 'em: "$#&@ 'em all"


[Verse 2: French Montana]
I'm riding dolo, knock the horse of your polo
Life's a (*##$ and your sister with manolo

When your right hand done changed on you
And got your left hand grippin' things on it (paow!)
Dope boy dreams, mansion and a lambo

And all you get is cases lawyers can't handle
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Clean them bullets, loading choppers, grippin' handles

Bumpin' Roc-A-Fella, duckin' 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
[?] by the post office
Hit him in the brain for a closed coffin

For a grand my lil man blow his nose off him
Hundred hit him, paramedics ripping clothes off him


[Hook]