Lyrics I Believe U (feat. Tripstar) - Moneybagg Yo feat. Tripstar

Turn me up YC, turn me up YC, turn me up YC
Regret it
Get them bags in, put this shit up in it, let′s go
We ain't got all day
Yeah, yeah (go), I was makin′ plays if you ever seen me runnin' (or leave)
Boy, I served my Jay, it's gon′ leave his nose runnin′ (raw)
Fuck, if murder was the case, I'll give my lawyer another hunnid (real)
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk?
(Too much lackin′)
I let 'em feel like they got away, they just get by (true)
If she say that you the only one that′s fuckin', she a lie (where you at now?)
Standin′ over the stove, tryna whip a pot, pot (this hot)
Bye-bye, if you ain't try to buy a brick or pound (no hablo Inglés)
Smokin', gettin′ a manicure, the struggle build my character
75K in each ear, your lil′ boy get your carrots up
Wockesha, that's all I pour inside my cup, look lavender (purple)
Them talkin′ ain't stop no money so it ain′t affect us
Got enough Cubans on everything
I ain't tryna link with no nigga (I ain′t tryna link with no nigga)
I don't give a fuck if they had some Act'
I still won′t drink with no niggas (still won′t sip with no niggas)
Where I'm from, you up a hunnid
They look at you like that nigga crazy (crazy)
Just ′cause you told me 'bout bodies
Don′t mean I believe you, my nigga (know what's up with you)
If you ever seen me runnin′, it was probably off on the plug (gone)
She like, "Hmm-mmm, boy, you toxic, but that's the shit that I love" (me too)
I'm pulled over with the hazards, makin′ plays on the E-way
Operation smooth, I won′t even talk on a pre-paid
Yeah, yeah (go), I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin′ (or leave)
Boy, I served my Jay, it's gon′ leave his nose runnin' (raw)
Fuck, if murder was the case, I′ll give my lawyer another hunnid (real)
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk?
(Too much lackin')
I let 'em feel like they got away, they just get by (true)
If she say that you the only one that′s fuckin′, she a lie (where you at now?)
Standin' over the stove, tryna whip a pot, pot (this hot)
Bye-bye, if you ain′t try to buy a brick or pound (no hablo Inglés)
Whoa, huh, yeah
Pour up the drink, a hunnid pounds and mixin' it
Send the regular OG back, baggin′ up exotic packs
4-48, plus them 15 grams (huh)
You know how much this ten that bag weight (weight)
He sent them bills the overweight (whoa, yeah)
Can't stop until I′m overpaid, these niggas overrated
Caught a flight, he gaspin' like my choppa be chompin' Chick-fil-A
Boss stamped in the middle, I break down a brick a day (whoa, whoa, yeah)
Probably charge you clean, yeah 350 for an eighth
Yeah, yeah (go), I was makin′ plays if you ever seen me runnin′ (or leave)
Boy, I served my Jay, it's gon′ leave his nose runnin' (raw)
Fuck, if murder was the case, I′ll give my lawyer another hunnid (real)
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk?
(Too much lackin')
I let ′em feel like they got away, they just get by (true)
If she say that you the only one that's fuckin', she a lie (where you at now?)
Standin′ over the stove, tryna whip a pot, pot (this hot)
Bye-bye, if you ain′t try to buy a brick or pound (no hablo Inglés)