Believe It (feat. Rick Ross)

All I talk about is money

'Cause that's all I know, you heard?

(Maybach music)

I got a bad bitch in my Chevy (Chevy)

Selling Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo (Monte Carlo)

I got that Justin Bieber, please believe it (Please believe it)

A quarter million hangin' on my collar

A half a million in my duffle bag (Duffle bag)

Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)

Hammers and them fucking vogues (Fucking vogues)

I'm ridin' clean, and I'm fuckin' hoes (Ha)

Okay I woke up this morning (Morning)

Tryna get this money (Money)

Y'all **** was yawning (Yawning)

And I done made it by twenty

I got young boys on that corner (Corner)

I call what you got for me, he say I done moved the whole thing

Couple rocks all I got on me

I say yeah **** lets go, he say yeah **** we on

I said I be on my way, break a brick down in our zones

And I got work, I got work

And I got pills, and I got purp

And I got goons that's on my team

And they gon' kill like I got murked

If I say so, and I say go

And they go ham, and I lay low

I drop that work off in that toaster

I let go, of my Eggo

And this for sale ****

Twenty-eight grams on my scale ****

Come and get it all (Get it all)

I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy (Chevy)

Selling Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo (Monte Carlo)

I got that Justin Bieber, please believe it (Please believe it)

A quarter million hangin' on my collar

A half a million in my duffle bag (Duffle bag)

Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)

Hammers and them fucking vogues (Fucking vogues)

I'm ridin' clean, and I'm fuckin' hoes (Ha)

Hold on, wait a minute

You got the realest and the richest **** in the building (Maybach music)

Feel me?

Whole **** won't knock you off

Hate the way a **** love to ball

Art of war, common law

Straight killer that's mama fault

Dope boy in my DNA

Straight chips, Frito Lay

Eight clips, aye Jose

Hector, my amigo straight

Don't want no beef, I may crack your taco

I'm screaming rest in peace, Griselda Blanco (Ugh)

I got that Justin Bieber please believe it (Yeah)

I ate that pussy can you keep a secret

Benzo on 4's ****, countin' all my hoes ****

That's all I knows ****, that's all

Y'all hosed ****

I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy (Chevy)

Selling Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo (Monte Carlo)

I got that Justin Bieber, please believe it (Please believe it)

A quarter million hangin' on my collar

A half a million in my duffle bag (Duffle bag)

Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)

Hammers and them fucking vogues (Fucking vogues)

I'm ridin' clean, and I'm fuckin' hoes (Ha)

I'm ridin' clean, I'm fucking hoes

I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm ridin' clean

**** sellin' that China White

Fuck around with that Yao Ming

Bad bitch and she talk dirty

Talk dirty, her mouth clean

I was sellin' that white shit

Y'all **** have boy scout dreams

Spend eighty-thou' on my Roley

Young **** ball like Kobe

Riding round me and Chino

And my young **** Goldie

Hot whips you ain't seen though

Limo that's my roadie

Two-eleven on yo' bitch

Turn yo ass she stole it

My neck look like a light show

My pockets they need lipo

I stand tall, no Eiffel

And them goons go wherever I go

Y'all **** pussy like dyke hoes

All we know is get paid ****

I ball hard like 'Bron James

And Rozay, D-wade ****

I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy (Chevy)

Selling Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo (Monte Carlo)

I got that Justin Bieber, please believe it (Please believe it)

A quarter million hangin' on my collar

A half a million in my duffle bag (Duffle bag)

Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)

Hammers and them fucking vogues (Fucking vogues)

I'm ridin' clean, and I'm fuckin' hoes (Ha)

(Ha, ha, ha)