Текст песни Meek Mill - Believe It (feat. Rick Ross)

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[Intro: Rick Ross] Al I talk about is money Cause that’s all I know [Hook: Rick Ross] I gotta a bad bitch 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 duffel bag (duffel bag) Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac) Hammers in them fuckin bulbs (fuckin bulbs) 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 joining And I'd made it by 20 I got young boys in that comb I call what you got for me He say out in mudda all day 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 Pray good brick down in all our zones 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 merk Before I say so And I say go And they go HAM And I lay low I drive that work Off in that coaster I let go Of my ego And it’s for sell nigga 28 grams on my scale nigga Come and get it all [Hook: Rick Ross] I gotta a bad bitch 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 duffel bag (duffel bag) Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac) Hammers in them fuckin bulbs (fuckin bulbs) I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Hold on wait minute... You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building Feel me? Whole nigga won't knock you off Hate the way a nigga love to ball All the war, common law Straight killer that’s momma fault Dope boy in my DNA Straight chips, Fritolay 8 clips, ay Jose Hector my amigo straight Don't want no beef, I may drag your taco I'm screaming Rest in Peace, Brazil Deblanco I got that Justin Bieber please believe it I ate that pussy, can you keep a secret? Bands on 1-4’s nigga Countin all my hoes nigga That’s all I knows nigga Pass all your hoes nigga [Hook: Rick Ross] I gotta a bad bitch 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 duffel bag (duffel bag) Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac) Hammers in them fuckin bulbs (fuckin bulbs) I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah) [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I'm ridin' clean, I'm fucking hoes I'm fucking hoes, I'm ridin' clean Niggas sellin' that chain away Fuck around with that yeah I mean 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 eighty-thousand on my Rolly Young nigga ball like Kobe Ridin round me and Chino Hittin my young nigga Goldie High ones you and Tino Limo that’s my Rolly Two-eleven on yo bitch Turn yo ass she stole it My neck look like a light show My pockets, they need lipo I stand tall, no iPhone And them goons go wherever I go Ya'll niggas pussy like dike hoes All we know is get paid nigga I ball hard like Lebron James And Rosay D-wade nigga [Hook: Rick Ross] I gotta a bad bitch 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 duffel bag (duffel bag) Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac) Hammers in them fuckin bulbs (fuckin bulbs) I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)

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