[Chorus: Torrian Ball]
I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust a soul
Nah, I got philaphobia

[Verse 1: Torrian Bell]
Wanna love you, wanna trust you, but I can’t
When I think of fallin’ for a chick, I damn near faint
I got somethin’ special goin’ on with the bank
Only time I’m gassed up is when I’m fillin’ up my tank
I think I got a problem, this shit got me losin’ weight
She keep sayin’ that she love me, but I still think that it’s fake
Too invеsted in myself, I don’t got no time to wastе
And fallin’ in love ain’t a risk I wanna take
I had my heart broken, it had my eyes swollen
And now my heart frozen, tellin’ bitches, “Kiss my colon”
I be on my lonely or chillin’ with the homies
Real Ps ain’t on the scene, the way we move, it’s super low-key
That love shit is OV, these hoes be hella OC
Know you wanna get to know me, but I promise you don’t want me (You don’t want me)
I got philaphobia, that’s the fear of fallin’ in love
If it ain’t a buck, then you callin’ for what? (Hello?)
[Chorus: Torrian Ball, Torrian Ball & Xavy Rusan]
I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust a soul
Nah, I got philaphobia

[Verse 2: Xavy Rusan]
I ain’t tryna hear and n***as still flyin’ spirit
Playin’ ‘bout that money, n***as actin’ like they fear it
Big gas on me, lil’ n***a, I’m a Conoco
They ain’t fuckin’ with me, I could merch it on my Mama dough
Top floor, presidential, we own that Obama
Jumpsuit two tone, talkin’ to ‘em monotone
Coolin’ at the west and why you stressin’ draggin’ drama home?
Fuck all of that flexin’, n***as tryna buy they Mama home
Gas in it, blow a quarter faster than the arcade
Parkin’ lot pimpin’, pull some pussy out the Soiree
Jiggy like my unc’ and them, they know that we don’t fuck with them
Mobbin’ through my city, do it Biggie like I'm Puff and them
Flea flickin’ ashes in the city, n***as never seen
Drip-dropper baby, it’s a wonder how my leather clean
Focused on my time until the way to get my lunch to go
Only thing I couldn’t do is ever fall and trust a ho (Trust a ho)
[Chorus: Torrian Ball]
I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust a soul
Nah, I got philaphobia
Philaphobia
Philaphobia
Philaphobia