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