Rick Ross, Meek Mill - Believe It lyrics

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)