Rolls Royce Bitch (Freestyle)

[Intro: 2 Chainz] Alright, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, believe in yourself, huh, who else gon' believe in you? Who else gon' believe in you? Who else gon' believe in you? Believe in yourself, yeah, who else gon' believe in you? Who else gon' believe in you, who else gon' believe in you? [Verse 1: Frank Ocean] Who else? I knew all this back on the Shaw When I had no bedrooms at all Now it's tears in a Wraith feeling soft (Hmm) Now I'm based like I'm lost at a rave Really miss my landaulet (First) Look at the stars, it's a plane (Ahh) This plane right here cost me bank That Bentley truck ugly, I'm straight (Nah) It's straight, but that's just not my style That's just not my style When Sage pushed it mongo Way before the Uber Was stranded as fuck at the house We just landed, we scuffing the ground We been knew the earth was around These goofies ain't looking for Mickey They looking for mini me, copy my style Copies is selling and I don't know why Mostly I cockblock myself on the pop 400K, I could spend it on lots Can't pay for play, Christmas day, no Xbox Last Christmas Day was in LA with Flack Pourin' this red, sky gettin' blue We couldn't tell if it's IMAX or not Butterfly hinges on a cocoon [Chorus: 2 Chainz] Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way My doors go dat way, doors go dat way Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way My doors, Wraith, my doors, uh