Kid Cudi, 2 Chainz - Can't Believe It lyrics

La la la (yeah) la la la la la la la
(It is like combinin' two words though
That shit hard) la la la
La la la (It's time for that though, yeah)
La la la la la la la
(Do somethin', Cudi, yeah, nigga)
Uh uh, yeah yeah uh uh

Can't believe it, baby, no
You can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and
I'm coastin', bitch, get off me
(Bitch, get off me)
Can't believe it, baby, no
You can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and
I'm coastin', bitch, get off me
(Bitch, get off me)
Can't believe it, baby, no
You can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and
I'm coastin', bitch, get off me
(Bitch, get off me)
Can't believe it, baby, no
You can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin'
Yeah

Gettin' lost in the rhythm
Of the fuckin' flight
When the city lights shine and
The mood is right when you sippin'
Ain't no trippin' on the move tonight
Bring out the whole team
I'm on lysergic and it's worth it (yeah)
I admit, in the zone, Mr rager, mane
See him in the streets, I'm takin' off
Make him understand
In my world of view, swerve
Never lookin' back forty-two, I do okay
I knew you couldn't owe me jack
And it's on, bigger bank, time to get it
Now Ben Baller did the
Chain, rosie goldy, homie, learn the name
Live it through the soul, if
You didn't know know, learn the facts
Now it's super cold
We'll see a show with a broken neck

Can't believe it, baby, no
You can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and
I'm coastin', bitch, get off me
(Bitch, get off me)
Can't believe it, baby, no
You can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and
I'm coastin', bitch, get off me
(Bitch, get off me)
Can't believe it, baby, no
You can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and
I'm coastin', bitch, get off me
(Bitch, get off me)
Can't believe it, baby, no
You can't believe it, baby (yeah)
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin'
Yeah

Uh, 2 Chainz, it ain't a stain on me
(Alright)
DEA had tried to put the blame on me
My young niggas tote 30s, ain't no aim on it
(yeah) and this a Cullinan, bitch
Not a Range Rover, yeah
(yeah) what's the difference? 'Bout
Three hundred racks (Three hundred)
I am so cold, it look like Freon attack
Had the bando with the peas in the back
But the odd part about it
We was evenly matched, yeah
I been coastin' since a Motorola (Hello)
Chicken toter, I sell more than El Pollo Loco
Emotions up and down like a rollercoaster
I put her sexy ass on
The pole like wanted posters, yeah

Can't believe it, baby, no
You can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and
I'm coastin', bitch, get off me
(Bitch, get off me, alright)
Can't believe it, baby, no
You can't believe it, baby
(Can't believe it)
Ridin' through the city and
I'm coastin', bitch, get off me
(Bitch, get off me, and I'm coastin'
Poppin') can't believe it, baby, no
You can't believe it, baby
(Uh, can't believe it)
Ridin' through the city and
I'm coastin', bitch, get off me
(Bitch, get off me, it get poppin')
Can't believe it, baby, no
You can't believe it, baby
(Can't believe it, baby)
Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin'
Yeah (Uh)