Rick Ross - Believe It Lyrics
[Intro: Rick Ross]All I talk about is moneyCause that's all I know[Hook: Rick Ross]I got a a bad ***** in my ChevySelling Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte CarloI got that Justin Bieber please believe itA quarter million hangin' on my collarA half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)Hammers and the *****ing voguesI'm ridin' clean and I'm *****in hoes (hah)[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Okay I woke up this morning, time to get this moneyYa'll niggas was yawning and I'd made about 20I got young boys on that corner, I call what you got for meHe say I done moved the whole thing, couple rocks all I got on meI say yeah nigga it's go, he say yeah nigga we onI said I be on my way, break a brick down in all zonesAnd I got work, I got workAnd I got pills, and I got purpAnd I got goons that's on my teamAnd they gon' kill like I got murkedIf I say so, and I say goAnd they go ham, and I lay lowI drop that work off in that toasterI let go of my eggoAnd this for sale nigga28 grams on my scale niggaCome and get it all[Hook][Verse 2: Rick Ross]Hold on wait a minuteYou got the realest and the richest niggas in the buildingFeel me?Ho nigga wanna knock you offHate the way a nigga love to ballArt of war, common lawStraight killer thats mama faultDope boy in my DNAStraight chips, Frito Lay8 clips, ay JoseHector my amigo straightDon't want no beef, I may crack your tacoI'm screaming rest in peace, Griselda BlancoI got that Justin Bieber please believe itI (h)ate that ***** can you keep a secretBenzo on 4's nigga, countin' all my hoes niggaThat's all I knows nigga, that's all y'all hosed nigga[Hook][Verse 3: Meek Mill]I'm ridin' clean, I'm *****ing hoesI'm *****in' hoes, I'm ridin' cleanNiggas sellin' that China white***** around with that Yao MingBad ***** and she talk dirtyTalk dirty, her mouth cleanI was sellin' that white shitYa'll niggas have boy scout dreamsSpend Iguodala on my RollyYoung nigga ball like KobeRiding round me and ChinoAnd my young nigga GoldieHot whips you ain’t seen thoughLimo thats my RollyTwo-eleven on yo *****Turn yo ass she stolenMy neck look like a light showMy pocket, they need lipoI stand tall, no EiffelAnd them goons go wherever I goYa'll niggas ***** like dyke hoesAll we know is get paid niggaI ball hard like LeBron JamesAnd Rozay D-Wade nigga[Hook]
