Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Believe It , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 12.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Believe It |
| All I talk about is money |
| Cause that’s all I know |
| I got a a bad bitch 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 fucking vogues |
| I’m ridin' clean and I’m fuckin hoes (hah) |
| Okay I woke up this morning, time to get this money |
| Ya’ll niggas 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 nigga it’s go, he say yeah nigga 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 nigga |
| 28 grams on my scale nigga |
| Come and get it all |
| I got a a bad bitch 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 fucking vogues |
| I’m ridin' clean and I’m fuckin hoes (hah) |
| Hold on wait a minute |
| You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building |
| Feel me? |
| Ho nigga wanna knock you off |
| Hate the way a nigga 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 pussy can you keep a secret |
| Benzo on 4's nigga, countin' all my hoes nigga |
| That’s all I knows nigga, that’s all y’all hosed nigga |
| I got a a bad bitch 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 fucking vogues |
| I’m ridin' clean and I’m fuckin hoes (hah) |
| I’m ridin' clean, I’m fucking hoes |
| I’m fuckin' hoes, I’m ridin' clean |
| Niggas sellin' that China white |
| Fuck around with that Yao Ming |
| 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 Iguodala on my Rolly |
| Young nigga ball like Kobe |
| Riding round me and Chino |
| And my young nigga Goldie |
| Hot whips you ain’t seen though |
| Limo thats my Rolly |
| Two-eleven on yo bitch |
| 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 niggas pussy like dyke hoes |
| All we know is get paid nigga |
| I ball hard like LeBron James |
| And Rozay D-Wade nigga |
| I got a a bad bitch 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 fucking vogues |
| I’m ridin' clean and I’m fuckin hoes (hah) |