Meek Mill - Believe It текст песни

[Intro]
Al I talk about is money
Cause thats all I know

[Hook: Rick Ross]
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 duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers in the fuckin ??
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fuckin hoes (hah)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Okay I woke up this morning
Tryna get this money
Ya’ll niggas was joining
And I’d made it by 20
I got young boys in that ??
I call what you got for me
He say ?? all day
Couple rocks all I got on me
I say yeah nigga is go
He say yeah nigga we own
I said I be on my way
Pray good brick down in all our zones
I got work, I got work
And I got pills and I got purp
And I got goons thats on my team
And they gon’ kill like I got merk
Before I say so
And I say go
And they go HAM
And I lay low
I drive that work
Off in that coaster
I let go
Of my ego
Thats for sell nigga
28 grams on my scale nigga
Come and get it all

[Hook]
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 duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers in the fuckin ??
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fuckin hoes (hah)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Hold on wait 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

Straight killer thats momma fault
Dope boy in my DNA
Straight chips, Fritolay
8 clips, ay Jose
Hector my amigo straight
Don’t want no beef, I make ?? taco
I’m screaming Rest in Peace, Brazil Deblanco

[Hook]
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 duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers in the fuckin ??
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fuckin hoes (hah)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m ridin’ clean, I’m fucking hoes
I’m fucking hoes, I’m ridin’ clean
Niggas sellin’ that chain ??
Fuck around yeah I mean
Bad bitch and she talk dirty
Talk dirty, her mouth clean
I was sellin’ that white shit
Ya’ll niggas have boy scout dreams
Spend eighty-thousand on my Rolly
Young nigga ball like Kobe
Round-round me and Chino
?? young goldie
??
Limo thats my Rolly
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 iPhone
And them goons go wherever I go
Ya’ll niggas p-ssy like dike hoes
All we know is get paid nigga
I ball hard like Lebron James
And Rosay D-wade nigga

[Hook]
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 duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers in the fuckin ??
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fuckin hoes (hah)