Believe

[Intro: Travis Scott] Yo, let me light the J I wanna hear the choir [Chorus: Travis Scott] I'm walkin' with the money (money, money) I'm talkin' 'cause of money (money, money) But this shit isn't funny (funny, funny) 'Cause nobody believes you I'm walkin' with the money (money, money) I'm talkin' 'cause of money (money, money) But this shit isn't funny (funny, funny) 'Cause nobody believes you [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Walk up the block, get to cussin', oh man (oh man) He put a pine and they shoutin' (Woah-woah-woah) Gimme the line, I'm lyin', no potent man Smith and Wesson in the pistol, shot the dope man Time to get faded then get to bussin' Ejaculate then fuckin', no rubber Mm-mm, no lovin' Because I got dough (Oh), chains and some haters Notorious, I'm B.I.G., tryna stook me for my paper Coke and the Brandi, it's still a skyscraper Molesting this beat (Oh), I'm a good raper I meant a good rapper, no handshakes, dapper (Travy you're wack!) Funny honey (honey, honey) [Chorus: Travis Scott & Jason Eric] I'm walkin' with the money (money, money) I'm talkin' 'cause of money (money, money) But this shit isn't funny (funny, funny) 'Cause nobody believes you I'm walkin' with the money (money, money) I'm talkin' 'cause of money (money, money) But this shit isn't funny (funny, funny) 'Cause nobody believes you (Uh-uh) [Verse 2: Jason Eric] I'ma spend money on chains, and big things You could say that I do with the hood fame Nothing can change, when there's no change Took a cup of change, then I threw it down on a Range Superman money 'cause I'm super man wrist Threw a stack at my bitch, now she working on my tips Money tossed to niggas that only comprehend That my brain getting bigger 'cause the money never end I'm on a high-rise, um, like high skies Make it rain from the top, man, I'm 'bout to skydive Girls come in doubles when your money come in duffles I'm ballin' downtown with my nigga Bill Russell Now we mainstream, on the big screens So much cash in this shot, no need for green screens Just ass that swallows up g-strings So why the fuck you asking if we leasing? Me and Travis Scott do do things So many chains, I could turn 'em into tearings Put the chains up, front and center on the telly But when I drop, this bitch is gon' hang by my belly, bitch