Believe Dat lyrics

[Intro]
Testicles, one, two
Testicles, one, two
Think we found a LoopHole
This a motherf*cking PSA
We calling all the motherf*cking ballers and shotcallers
Bring that motherf*cking cash out
No broke n*ggas allowed
We ain't dealing with that sh*t, you heard?

[Chorus]
Young Keisha, I'm on fire, you better believe that (Believe that)
Type of b*tch pull up on you, ask you where the weed at (Where the weed at?)
pus*y wet, soakin' wet, yeah, drip on the di*k (Drip on the di*k)
Acrobatic little b*tch, I'll flip on the di*k (Flip on the di*k)
I brought the Wraith out tonight, yeah, I'm nice, yeah (Woo)
Type of b*tch that could fight, yeah, not a wife, yeah (Woo)
Face down (Down), ass up, masked up (Ass up)
Either way, make a n*gga get that cash up

[Verse 1]
Get the f*ck up out my DM if you got a BM (BM)
I do my talkin' with my hands, you don't wanna see them (See them)
I'm callin' plays like Curry, shoot it by the thirty (Shoot it)
I roll with n*ggas and gorillas 'cause these b*tches dirty
I'm out the country with your n*gga, baby, what you thought? (What you thought?)
He took me shoppin' with no limit, yeah I'm going off (Goin' off)
I got some Prada, Chanel, Fendi, and Gucci
Christian Louboutin, and Emilio Pucci
Didn't even have to f*ck the n*gga, he was too thirsty (Too thirsty)
f*ck the weekend, I'ma send him back to you Thursday (You Thursday)
Purchase all kinds of purses, I got Birkins (Uh)
Geeked up on them Perkys, too wavy, surf it (Come on)
Slurp it, give that good top, good service (Good service)
Nervous, f*ck up that bankroll and curve him
Persian, hair down my back, keep it a buck (Woo)
LightSkinKeisha been up, b*tch, you know what's up

[Chorus]
Young Keisha, I'm on fire, you better believe that (Believe that)
Type of b*tch pull up on you, ask you where the weed at (Where the weed at?)
pus*y wet, soakin' wet, yeah, drip on the di*k (Drip on the di*k)
Acrobatic little b*tch, I'll flip on the di*k (Flip on the di*k)
I brought the Wraith out tonight, yeah, I'm nice, yeah (Woo)
Type of b*tch that could fight, yeah, not a wife, yeah (Woo)
Face down (Face down), ass up, masked up (Ass up)
Either way, make a n*gga get that cash up
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm a bad little b*tch with an attitude (Attitude)
Got your n*gga catchin' us like a f*cking alley-oop (Like a alley-oop)
Blowin' up my motherf*cking phone like a psycho (Brrt, brrt)
Type of n*gga try to eat the pus*y on my cycle (Ew, ew)
What I'ma do with your n*gga? You don't even want his ass (You don't even want his ass)
Put the n*gga out once a week, he a trash bag (Garbage)
Tryna get a bag up out him, a brand new coupe (Uh-huh?)
I like Moschino, Givenchy, and brand new boots (Let's go)
If he rich, I might f*ck him just to spend his cash (Spend his cash)
I'm on the 'Gram poppin' sh*t, these b*tches stealin' swag (Stealin' swag)
Know they hatin', f*ck 'em, I just got a bigger bag (f*ck 'em)
f*ck around and make me spend it on a bigger ass (Bigger ass)
Yeah, all these broke ass cheap ass b*tches in here (b*tches in here)
With they balled-up stomach and these cheap ass heels (Cheap ass heels)
I been the sh*t since I jumped off the porch, lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch)
f*ck a bottle, I'ma pop my sh*t, lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch)

[Chorus]
Young Keisha, I'm on fire, you better believe that (Believe that)
Type of b*tch pull up on you, ask you where the weed at (Where the weed at?)
pus*y wet, soakin' wet, yeah, drip on the di*k (Uh-huh)
Acrobatic little b*tch, I'll flip on the di*k (Uh-huh)
I brought the Wraith out tonight, yeah, I'm nice, yeah (Uh)
Type of b*tch that could fight, yeah, not a wife, yeah (Woo)
Face down (Face down), ass up, masked up (Ass up)
Either way, make a n*gga get that cash up
[Outro]
Make a n*gga get that cash up
Make a n*gga get that cash up
Yeah, make a n*gga get that cash up
Yeah, it's Beisha
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, where my rich n*ggas at? Uh