BELIEVE Lyrics – BigXthaPlug, Lil Yachty

Read the complete BELIEVE Lyrics by BigXthaPlug, Lil Yachty and Babyface Ray from the album BETTER OVER TIME along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy BigXthaPlug’s music, you can also explore I LIKE IT and GIVE IT ALL, two other songs by BigXthaPlug.

[Intro]
Let the band play
Let this s*it ride, y’all

[Verse 1: BigXthaPlug]
Aye, spent a hundred on my wrist, got too crazy
Got three million in the bank for my two babies
All of that merchandise, diamond s*it, food games
See this kid, I got on and hit different
I really be sitting back, talking to God and myself
Giving thanks for the life that I’m living
‘Cause I was just sitting back, loading them guns by myself
Trying to find the next door to go kick in
Huh, but I did it, I can’t waste no more time, this a Richie
Never trip off a b!tch, I get plenty
Catch me in the back of the bag with a semi
I can’t do the same s*it, I move different
My phone in the lemonade, that’s how we sip it
I can’t go for whatever, I’m picky or bougie, whatever
Just know I’m some pimping, aye

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Since this paper, they bending they feelings
See this b!tch, she a ten with no filter
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I get all in her guts, I won’t kiss her
She keep grabbing and putting her hands on her
Baby, say she want touch on her milli
When you grinding and coming for nothing
Made it out the trenches, a wonderful feeling
All these blessings, they coming for me
I still try to bust down with the team
Man, my life’s down to turn into ribbies
I do s*it that they wouldn’t believe
G .I .A this s*it came with the papers
Man my wrist is like two-hundred G’s
It’s a gang so you know this s*it happen

I’m the s*it so it happen to me

[Verse 3: BigXthaPlug]
Knockin s*it out the parlor like the Rockies
Boy, these shoes one on one, you can’t buy these
When I went to the paper, I do high knees
Probably somewhere at the bank where they find me
Her eyes is dumb, I roll up, I look Chinese
Her sister hold vines and she racks in the 90’s
Balencia or money, I’m rich, so don’t mind me
But I’m still with the s*it, so don’t try me

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
Everything you did this way different
Seven figures coming in for Nike
Still got a quarter mile make on the shipment
My Rolls Royce look like it’s dipped in chocolate
All of my b!tches do Roxies
My lifestyle private as proxies
Couple of’em spent on some acres of property
I get fu*ked if you rock me
My words they come out my oddity
I don’t snatch the bones they gotta be
Up or in to get next to me
I was racist and needed for Satan
Busting in all these hoes
Shipping on fours, this s*it heavenly
The FN on me is deadly, treat it like accessories

[Outro]
It’s us