Lil Wayne, Blaque, Mannie Fresh - Believe That lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Blaque, Mannie Fresh - Believe That lyrics]
Push Impalas and Caprice's
(Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy
(Believe that daddy)
You a H-O T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes
(Believe that daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo clothes
(Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred
(Believe that daddy)
It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes
(Believe that daddy)
Cause that's what hoes like
(Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies
Do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that
Got that work to move
It's Weezy baby
Young and from the Dirty South
Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you bitch you still ain't
Got a dirty mouth
The hood still ain't got over the drout
So you should sleep on your roof
Just to watch over ya house nigga we timin'
The cost of my watch over ya house
I'm a boss man, I watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy
(Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good
You family
My boys like to pull them blammies
And big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy
Homey you know we only, keepin it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I need is my banger, nigga it's Weezy
This shit is over somebody cue me
Push Impalas and Caprice's
(Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy
(Believe that daddy)
You a H-O T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes
(Believe that daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo clothes
(Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred
(Believe that daddy)
It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes
(Believe that daddy)
Cause that's what hoes like
(Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies
Do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that
Got that work to move
You don't wanna play wit me, I touch you man
Lose ya man in a tussle
But y'all don't see me
Y'all can't hear me, this a
Def jam, call me Russell, man
I played on Martin, call me hustle, man
And now y'all know I'm the yee yo muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder
To stop that thunder
That rumble in the side of ya stomach
Piled on water how do you want it
Come through in a Coupe powder blue or
High with water, how do you want it man
Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun
I den broke a lot of hoopties dun
I den drove a lot of QP's from
Here and there on the road
For the nigga gotta move his son
And I show you how to do this son
That's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH
And ya stunned
Push Impalas and Caprice's
(Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy
(Believe that daddy)
You a H-O T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes
(Believe that daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo clothes
(Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred
(Believe that daddy)
It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes
(Believe that daddy)
Cause that's what hoes like
(Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies
Do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that
Got that work to move
(Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy
(Believe that daddy)
You a H-O T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes
(Believe that daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo clothes
(Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred
(Believe that daddy)
It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes
(Believe that daddy)
Cause that's what hoes like
(Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies
Do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that
Got that work to move
It's Weezy baby
Young and from the Dirty South
Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you bitch you still ain't
Got a dirty mouth
The hood still ain't got over the drout
So you should sleep on your roof
Just to watch over ya house nigga we timin'
The cost of my watch over ya house
I'm a boss man, I watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy
(Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good
You family
My boys like to pull them blammies
And big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy
Homey you know we only, keepin it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I need is my banger, nigga it's Weezy
This shit is over somebody cue me
Push Impalas and Caprice's
(Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy
(Believe that daddy)
You a H-O T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes
(Believe that daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo clothes
(Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred
(Believe that daddy)
It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes
(Believe that daddy)
Cause that's what hoes like
(Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies
Do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that
Got that work to move
You don't wanna play wit me, I touch you man
Lose ya man in a tussle
But y'all don't see me
Y'all can't hear me, this a
Def jam, call me Russell, man
I played on Martin, call me hustle, man
And now y'all know I'm the yee yo muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder
To stop that thunder
That rumble in the side of ya stomach
Piled on water how do you want it
Come through in a Coupe powder blue or
High with water, how do you want it man
Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun
I den broke a lot of hoopties dun
I den drove a lot of QP's from
Here and there on the road
For the nigga gotta move his son
And I show you how to do this son
That's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH
And ya stunned
Push Impalas and Caprice's
(Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy
(Believe that daddy)
You a H-O T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes
(Believe that daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo clothes
(Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred
(Believe that daddy)
It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes
(Believe that daddy)
Cause that's what hoes like
(Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies
Do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that
Got that work to move