Believe It

[Intro: Rick Ross]

All I talk about is money

Cause that's all I know

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

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)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

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

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

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)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

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

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

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)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

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

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

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)