Believe Dat
Ay Yavo
They ain't think a southern nigga and downriver nigga could do it
Been getting a little paper for a minute right?
Believe dat
Busting out pluto
Six shot revolver it dont leave no shells
(Psh psh)
Pops got knocked now its only one mel
(Free pops)
We aint down bad get that shit through the mail
Whole fam got indicted the shit got scary
Bitch at the crib fucking every tom dick and harry
Ran up like Barry
Sanders
Bonds
Manilov
Fucking all my exes I can't let em go
Hit em time to time they think I want them back
I hit them for the flex let em know they missed a bag
Got this money out the ass it's burning through my pocket
Baby know my heart cold but my neck still frostbit
Berkin don't cost shit
Chanel don't cost shit
Getting money being silent niggas think I lost it
Meetups at Sunoco's and I ain't coming solo
Set us up get us robbed double fuck no homo
(Who is that?)
Goin crazy downriver really going loco
Oh no!
Started getting money and a nigga got good at it
Bitch believe dat
(Believe Dat)
Hit one dime now a nigga got a bitch habit
(Bitch habit)
Where yo bitch at?
(Where yo bitch at?)
My wrist did work you can ask all the dope addicts
(That cream work)
Bitch Believe Dat
Money stacked tall and I swear I need more nigga
(Shit stacked up)
Where the cheese at?
(Where the bread nigga)
Ex bitch praying I fall
Trying see where the leaves at
(Praying)
One thing about a hoe mane you know i don't need that
You say you out shopping
Nigga where yo receipts at?
I catch a opp bitch put the glock where her weave at
I have them bags bobbing and weaving
Wings on the jeans its robin season
(It's robbing season)
I'm slamming ps like lebron at cleveland
Just might propose to my phone that bitch keep on ringing
These niggas rats
I run in yo trap where the cheese at?
Money power respect I need that
Believe dat
Make his ass sprint where his speed at
If I see 12 i'm speeding im leaving
If I see 12 i'm smashing the peddle
I'm pimping these hoes I feel like Hugh Hefner
The electric slide we spinning a tesla
Glock to his head scratch that a baretta
Fuck a nigga I'm still riding round with my F and N
Don't catch his man i'll kill his friends
Ay he flexing I jack em like let em in
He ain't part of the gang I won't let em in
I'll have em wrap it one more
I ain't settling
Ay
Bad bitch with me she heaven sent
She like how I smell I got heaven scent
She thinking I'm dumb but I'm up I got hella sense
Started getting money and a nigga got good at it
Bitch believe dat
Hit one dime now a nigga got a bitch habit
Where yo bitch at?
(Where yo bitch at?)
My wrist did work you can ask all the dope addicts
Bitch Believe Dat
Money stacked tall and I swear I need more nigga
Where the cheese at?
(Where the bread nigga)
Ex bitch praying I fall
Trying see where the leaves at
(Praying)
One thing about a hoe mane you know i don't need that
You say you out shopping
Nigga where yo receipts at?
I catch a opp bitch put the glock where her weave at
I have them bag bobbing and weaving
Wings on the jeans it's robin season
(It's robbing season)
I'm slamming ps like Lebron at Cleveland
Just might propose to my phone that bitch keep on ringing
Phone keep on ringing all mufuckin' day you know what i'm saying
Hoes on my line niggas chirping know what I'm saying
Money still stacked up on you hoe ass niggas
Meltwaine Cupid nigga
They ain't think a southern nigga and downriver nigga could do it
Been getting a little paper for a minute right?
Believe dat
Busting out pluto
Six shot revolver it dont leave no shells
(Psh psh)
Pops got knocked now its only one mel
(Free pops)
We aint down bad get that shit through the mail
Whole fam got indicted the shit got scary
Bitch at the crib fucking every tom dick and harry
Ran up like Barry
Sanders
Bonds
Manilov
Fucking all my exes I can't let em go
Hit em time to time they think I want them back
I hit them for the flex let em know they missed a bag
Got this money out the ass it's burning through my pocket
Baby know my heart cold but my neck still frostbit
Berkin don't cost shit
Chanel don't cost shit
Getting money being silent niggas think I lost it
Meetups at Sunoco's and I ain't coming solo
Set us up get us robbed double fuck no homo
(Who is that?)
Goin crazy downriver really going loco
Oh no!
Started getting money and a nigga got good at it
Bitch believe dat
(Believe Dat)
Hit one dime now a nigga got a bitch habit
(Bitch habit)
Where yo bitch at?
(Where yo bitch at?)
My wrist did work you can ask all the dope addicts
(That cream work)
Bitch Believe Dat
Money stacked tall and I swear I need more nigga
(Shit stacked up)
Where the cheese at?
(Where the bread nigga)
Ex bitch praying I fall
Trying see where the leaves at
(Praying)
One thing about a hoe mane you know i don't need that
You say you out shopping
Nigga where yo receipts at?
I catch a opp bitch put the glock where her weave at
I have them bags bobbing and weaving
Wings on the jeans its robin season
(It's robbing season)
I'm slamming ps like lebron at cleveland
Just might propose to my phone that bitch keep on ringing
These niggas rats
I run in yo trap where the cheese at?
Money power respect I need that
Believe dat
Make his ass sprint where his speed at
If I see 12 i'm speeding im leaving
If I see 12 i'm smashing the peddle
I'm pimping these hoes I feel like Hugh Hefner
The electric slide we spinning a tesla
Glock to his head scratch that a baretta
Fuck a nigga I'm still riding round with my F and N
Don't catch his man i'll kill his friends
Ay he flexing I jack em like let em in
He ain't part of the gang I won't let em in
I'll have em wrap it one more
I ain't settling
Ay
Bad bitch with me she heaven sent
She like how I smell I got heaven scent
She thinking I'm dumb but I'm up I got hella sense
Started getting money and a nigga got good at it
Bitch believe dat
Hit one dime now a nigga got a bitch habit
Where yo bitch at?
(Where yo bitch at?)
My wrist did work you can ask all the dope addicts
Bitch Believe Dat
Money stacked tall and I swear I need more nigga
Where the cheese at?
(Where the bread nigga)
Ex bitch praying I fall
Trying see where the leaves at
(Praying)
One thing about a hoe mane you know i don't need that
You say you out shopping
Nigga where yo receipts at?
I catch a opp bitch put the glock where her weave at
I have them bag bobbing and weaving
Wings on the jeans it's robin season
(It's robbing season)
I'm slamming ps like Lebron at Cleveland
Just might propose to my phone that bitch keep on ringing
Phone keep on ringing all mufuckin' day you know what i'm saying
Hoes on my line niggas chirping know what I'm saying
Money still stacked up on you hoe ass niggas
Meltwaine Cupid nigga
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Writer(s): Meltwaine Dukes
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