Believe Lyrics

I said what I said

You heard it you made your own copy

You know what is fact

You rather stand deep in your bluffing

It's all or it's nothing

Wifey a rider for certain

The blues I touch them a lot

In a coupe I'm touching her butt

I'm loving the way that she touching her toes little momma a freak

Hollywood pressure she touching her nose little momma a fiend

The devil is sneaky

I stay to myself I've been doing well

Run up the cash and I'm out of there

Ah aaah

He got a little gun a little face tatt now he thug

Straight outta Congo my babe it's a different mud

Me and the family go way back it's different love

The shit that you saw on the internet

It's probably a front

Hey

Mixing Margiela with Louis Vuitton

Fucking with me put a splash on her ring

and they dancing they follow the sun yeah

I got on a mink I feel like a Don

Racks in sac and the watch it's a plain jane

With the truck in the front eh

Hey

I'm playing for keeps

They chocking don't know how to breath

She been at the crib more than 31 days

Don't know how how to leave

I want to kiss and get out of the way

Don't want no string

If he a snake and he show the face

Better believe

Ugh rocking the shades cause I'm zooted

There's guap at the end I do it

Different stores all on me like I looted

Not into waiting for coochie

They call me Gency not goofy

You fell in love with the movement uhn

We stopped the recruitings ah aah

Hey

I keep my heart off a sleeve

I pour out a drink

Angels a watch over me

Got a little shawty she do what I want

I told her to roll up my weed

Whatever the cost for being a boss

I'm paying bout double the fee

Hey he by the bar and he's saying whatever

Shooting his shot at whoever

He got a crew and they trying to get active

Me and the guys we don't share on no hoes

Too player for sure

Big cigar blowing

The Hermès link swinging

Hey

Mixing Margiela with Louis Vuitton

Fucking with me put a splash on her ring

and they dancing they follow the sun yeah

I got on a mink I feel like a Don

Racks in sac and the watch it's a plain jane

With the truck in the front eh

Hey

I'm playing for keeps

They chocking don't know how to breath

She been at the crib more than 31 days

Don't know how how to leave

I want to kiss and get out of the way

Don't want no string

If he a snake and he show the face

Better believe