paroles de chanson Believe It (Mixed) - Rick Ross , Meek Mill
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)
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