Believe It (Party Tribute to Meek Mill & Rick Ross)

All I talk about is money

Cause that's all I know

I gotta a bad b**ch 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 f**king vogues

I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes (hah)

Okay I woke up this morning tryna get this money

Ya'll 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 ni**a it's go

He say yeah ni**a 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 ni**a

28 grams on my scale ni**a

Come and get it all

I gotta a bad b**ch 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 f**king vogues

I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes (hah)

Hold on wait a minute

You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building

Feel me

Whole ni**a won't knock you off

Hate the way a ni**a love to ball

Art of war common law

Straight killer thats mama fault

D**e 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 p**sy can you keep a secret

Benzo on 4's ni**a countin' all my hoes ni**a

That's all I knows ni**a that's all y'all hosed ni**a

I gotta a bad b**ch 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 f**king vogues

I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes (hah)

I'm ridin' clean I'm f**king hoes

I'm f**kin' hoes I'm ridin' clean

Niggas sellin' that China white

F**k around with that Yao Ming

Bad b**ch and she talk dirty

Talk dirty her mouth clean

I was sellin' that white sh*t

Ya'll niggas have boy scout dreams

Spend eighty-thou on my Rolly

Young ni**a ball like Kobe

Riding round me and Chino

And my young ni**a Goldie

Hot whips you ain’t seen though

Limo thats my Rolly

Two-eleven on yo b**ch

Turn yo a** 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

Ya'll niggas p**sy like dike hoes

All we know is get paid ni**a

I ball hard like Lebron James

And Rozay D-wade ni**a

I gotta a bad b**ch 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 f**king vogues

I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes

Believe It (Party Tribute to Meek Mill & Rick Ross)- Ultimate Party Jams

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