Believe It (feat. Rick Ross) (Explicit)
Meek Mill"Believe It (feat. Rick Ross) (Explicit)" é uma música de Meek Mill, 2012, Pop. A música tem 3:49 de duração, 93 lines / 659 words.
Letra
0:00Believe It - Meek Mill/Rick Ross
0:01All I talk about is money
0:03Cause that's all I know
0:06I gotta a bad b**ch in my Chevy
0:08Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
0:13I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
0:16A quarter million hangin' on my collar
0:19A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
0:23Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
0:27Hammers and the f**king vogues
0:30I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes (hah)
0:33Okay I woke up this morning tryna get this money
0:36Ya'll niggas was yawning and I'd made it by 20
0:39I got young boys on that corner I call what you got for me
0:43He say I done moved the whole thing couple rocks all I got on me
0:46I say yeah ni**a it's go he say yeah ni**a we on
0:49I said I be on my way break a brick down in our zones
0:53And I got work I got work
0:54And I got pills and I got purp
0:56And I got goons that's on my team
0:58And they gon' kill like I got murked
0:59If I say so and I say go
1:01And they go ham and I lay low
1:02I drop that work off in that toaster
1:04I let go of my eggo
1:05And this for sale ni**a
1:0828 grams on my scale ni**a
1:12Come and get it all
1:13I gotta a bad b**ch in my Chevy
1:15Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
1:19I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
1:23A quarter million hangin' on my collar
1:26A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
1:29Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
1:33Hammers and the f**king vogues
1:36I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes (hah)
1:40Hold on wait a minute
1:41You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building
1:45Feel me
1:46Whole ni**a won't knock you off
1:48Hate the way a ni**a love to ball
1:50All the war common law
1:51Straight killer thats mama fault
1:53D**e boy in my DNA
1:55Straight chips Fritolay
1:568 clips ay Jose
1:58Hector my amigo straight
2:01Don't want no beef I may crack your taco
2:03I'm screaming rest in peace Griselda Blanco
2:08I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
2:10I ate that p**sy can you keep a secret
2:13Benzo on 4's ni**a countin' all my hoes ni**a
2:17That's all I knows ni**a that's all y'all hosed ni**a
2:20I gotta a bad b**ch in my Chevy
2:22Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
2:26I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
2:29A quarter million hangin' on my collar
2:33A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
2:36Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
2:40Hammers and the f**king vogues
2:43I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes
2:46I'm ridin' clean I'm f**king hoes
2:48I'm f**kin' hoes I'm ridin' clean
2:50Niggas sellin' that China white
2:51F**k around with that Yao Ming
2:53Bad b**ch and she talk dirty
2:55Talk dirty her mouth clean
2:56I was sellin' that white sh*t
2:58Ya'll niggas have boy scout dreams
2:59Spend eighty-thou on my Rolly
3:01Young ni**a ball like Kobe
3:03Riding round me and Chino
3:04And my young ni**a Goldie
3:06Hot whips you ain't seen though
3:08Limo thats my Rolly
3:09Two-eleven on yo b**ch
3:11Turn yo a** she stole it
3:13My neck look like a light show
3:15My pocket they need lipo
3:16I stand tall no iPhone
3:18And them goons go wherever I go
3:20Ya'll niggas p**sy like dike hoes
3:22All we know is get paid ni**a
3:23I ball hard like Lebron James
3:25And Rozay D-wade ni**a
3:26I gotta a bad b**ch in my Chevy
3:29Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
3:33I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
3:36A quarter million hangin' on my collar
3:39A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
3:43Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
3:47Hammers and the f**king vogues
3:49I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes (hah)
Believe It - Meek Mill/Rick Ross All I talk about is money Cause that's all I know I gotta a bad b**ch 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 duffle bag (duffle bag) Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac) Hammers and the f**king vogues I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes (hah) Okay I woke up this morning tryna get this money Ya'll niggas was yawning and I'd made it by 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 ni**a it's go he say yeah ni**a we on I said I be on my way break a brick down in our 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 ni**a 28 grams on my scale ni**a Come and get it all I gotta a bad b**ch 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 duffle bag (duffle bag) Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac) Hammers and the f**king vogues I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes (hah) Hold on wait a minute You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building Feel me Whole ni**a won't knock you off Hate the way a ni**a love to ball All the war common law Straight killer thats mama fault D**e boy in my DNA Straight chips Fritolay 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 ate that p**sy can you keep a secret Benzo on 4's ni**a countin' all my hoes ni**a That's all I knows ni**a that's all y'all hosed ni**a I gotta a bad b**ch 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 duffle bag (duffle bag) Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac) Hammers and the f**king vogues I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes I'm ridin' clean I'm f**king hoes I'm f**kin' hoes I'm ridin' clean Niggas sellin' that China white F**k around with that Yao Ming Bad b**ch and she talk dirty Talk dirty her mouth clean I was sellin' that white sh*t Ya'll niggas have boy scout dreams Spend eighty-thou on my Rolly Young ni**a ball like Kobe Riding round me and Chino And my young ni**a Goldie Hot whips you ain't seen though Limo thats my Rolly Two-eleven on yo b**ch Turn yo a** she stole it My neck look like a light show My pocket they need lipo I stand tall no iPhone And them goons go wherever I go Ya'll niggas p**sy like dike hoes All we know is get paid ni**a I ball hard like Lebron James And Rozay D-wade ni**a I gotta a bad b**ch 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 duffle bag (duffle bag) Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac) Hammers and the f**king vogues I'm ridin' clean and I'm f**kin hoes (hah)
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