Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross) - Believe It | Текст песни

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• Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)
• Believe It

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Al I talk about is money
Cause that’s 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 them fuckin bulbs (fuckin bulbs)
I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Okay I woke up this morning
Time to get this money
Ya'll niggas was joining
And I'd made it by 20
I got young boys in that comb
I call what you got for me
He say out in mudda all day
Couple rocks all I got on me
I say yeah nigga it’s go
He say yeah nigga we on
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 that’s 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
And it’s for sell nigga
28 grams on my scale nigga
Come and get it all

[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 them fuckin bulbs (fuckin bulbs)
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
All the war, common law
Straight killer that’s momma fault
Dope boy in my DNA
Straight chips, Fritolay
8 clips, ay Jose
Hector my amigo straight
Don't want no beef, I may drag your taco
I'm screaming Rest in Peace, Brazil Deblanco
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
I ate that pussy, can you keep a secret?
Bands on 1-4’s nigga
Countin all my hoes nigga
That’s all I knows nigga
Pass all your hoes nigga

[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 them fuckin bulbs (fuckin bulbs)
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 away
Fuck around with that 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
Ridin round me and Chino
Hittin my young nigga Goldie
High ones you and Tino
Limo that’s my Rolly
Two-eleven on yo bitch
Turn yo ass she stole it
My neck look like a light show
My pockets, they need lipo
I stand tall, no iPhone
And them goons go wherever I go
Ya'll niggas pussy like dike hoes
All we know is get paid nigga
I ball hard like Lebron James
And Rosay D-wade nigga

[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 them fuckin bulbs (fuckin bulbs)
I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)