Unbelievable Lyrics

Yeah

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Sit in backwards to get in it

Cullinan the color the spinach

Check the plates no they not rented

They started hating now we winning

I was following the vision

Working on the road to riches

Standing out don't try to fit in

My own pace my own consistence

Foreign car that's a chase

They was spinning like a fan

Overseas in a beach house

With a bad bitch by the sand

Late night first class flight

Lost in the clouds where imma land

Flew another bitch out last night

Me and her was in another land

Then it's back to the states

Hit up Philippe for the steaks

Take out only don't do dates

Car autopilot then go outta space

I never been to this place

You come with me we fly away

Everyday could be ya day

Keep it a hunnit' no time to waste

Got another bitch that's on the way

Yeah

Put you in some bezels

You know it ain't nothing

Rooms they be size of a pool

Butler to bring the luggage

Foreign car to park it up

I just gotta' push the button

Type to tell you what it was

They gone tell you what it wasn't