Believe That

[Chorus - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)]



Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy)



Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)



Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy)



You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)



Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy)



That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy)



Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy)



It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)



Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)



Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)



Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy)



And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)



Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)



Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)



Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy)



'Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy)



Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies



I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes



I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes



All the niggas on the block that got that work to move



(Verse 1 - Lil' Wayne)



It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South



Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out



Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say



Fuck you bitch you still ain't got a dirty mouth



The hood still ain't got over the drout



So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house



Nigga we tymin', the cost of my watch over ya house



I'm a boss man, I watch over the South



Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini)



Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family



My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp



Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey



You know we only, keepin it gangsta



Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber



All I need is my banger, nigga it's Weezy



This shit is over somebody cue me



(Chorus)



(Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne)



You don't wanna play wit me, I touch you man



Lose ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me



Y'all can't hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man



I played on Martin, call me hustle, man



And now y'all know I'm the yee-yo muscle, man



But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder



That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on water



How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or



High with water, how do you want it man



Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun



I den drove a lot of QP's from, here and there on the road



For the nigga gotta move his son, and I show you how to do this son



That's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya stunned



(Chorus)