Believe it - Rick Ross
All I talk about is money `Cause that's all I know I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo I got that Justin Bieber 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 the fucking vogues I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (Ha) Okay I woke up this morning, tryna get this money Y'all niggas was yawning and I'd made it by 20 I got young boys on that 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 nigga it's go, he say yeah nigga 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 ego And this for sale nigga 28 grams on my scale nigga Come and get it all I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy Sellin` Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo I got that Justin Bieber 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 the fucking vogues I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin` hoes (Ha) Hold on wait a minute You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building Feel me? Whole nigga won't knock you off Hate the way a nigga love to ball Art of war, common law Straight killer that's mama fault Dope boy in my DNA Straight chips, Frito Lay 8 clips, ay Jose Hector my amigo straight Don't want no beef, I may crack your taco I'm screaming rest in peace, Griselda Blanco I got that Justin Bieber please believe it I ate that pussy can you keep a secret Benzo on 4's nigga, countin' all my hoes nigga That's all I knows nigga, that's all y'all hosed nigga I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo I got that Justin Bieber 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 the 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 Niggas 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 niggas have boy scout dreams Spend eighty-thou on my Rolly Young nigga ball like Kobe Riding round me and Chino And my young nigga 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 pocket, they need lipo I stand tall, no Eiffel And them goons go wherever I go Y'all niggas pussy like dyke hoes All we know is get paid nigga I ball hard like 'Bron James And Rozay D-wade nigga I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo I got that Justin Bieber 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 the fucking vogues I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (Ha)
Artist: Rick Ross
Title: Believe it