Believe It lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
All I talk about is money
Cause that's all I know

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I got a a bad b*tch in my Chevy
Selling 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*cking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm f*ckin hoes (hah)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Okay I woke up this morning, time to get this money
Ya'll n*ggas was yawning and I'd made about 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 n*gga it's go, he say yeah n*gga we on
I said I be on my way, break a brick down in all 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 n*gga
28 grams on my scale n*gga
Come and get it all
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I got a a bad b*tch in my Chevy
Selling 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*cking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm f*ckin hoes (hah)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Hold on wait a minute
You got the realest and the richest n*ggas in the building
Feel me?
Ho n*gga wanna knock you off
Hate the way a n*gga love to ball
Art of war, common law
Straight killer thats 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 (h)ate that pus*y can you keep a secret
Benzo on 4's n*gga, countin' all my hoes n*gga
That's all I knows n*gga, that's all y'all hosed n*gga
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I got a a bad b*tch in my Chevy
Selling 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*cking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm f*ckin hoes (hah)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I'm ridin' clean, I'm f*cking hoes
I'm f*ckin' hoes, I'm ridin' clean
n*ggas sellin' that China white
f*ck around with that Yao Ming
Bad b*tch and she talk dirty
Talk dirty, her mouth clean
I was sellin' that white sh*t
Ya'll n*ggas have boy scout dreams
Spend Iguodala on my Rolly
Young n*gga ball like Kobe
Riding round me and Chino
And my young n*gga Goldie
Hot whips you ain’t seen though
Limo thats my Rolly
Two-eleven on yo b*tch
Turn yo head she stolen
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 n*ggas pus*y like dyke hoes
All we know is get paid n*gga
I ball hard like LeBron James
And Rozay D-Wade n*gga
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I got a a bad b*tch in my Chevy
Selling 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*cking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm f*ckin hoes (hah)