Can't Believe It (Feat. 2 Chainz)

La-la-la (Yeah) La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It is like combinin' two words though, that shit hard) La-la-la La-la-la (It's time for that though, yeah) La-la-la-la-la-la-la (Do somethin', Cudi, yeah, nigga) Uh-uh, yeah Yeah Uh-uh [Chorus: Kid Cudi] Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch, get off me (Bitch, get off me) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch, get off me (Bitch, get off me) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch, get off me (Bitch, get off me) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', yeah [Verse 1: Kid Cudi] Gettin' lost in the rhythm of the fuckin' flight When the city lights shine and the mood is right When you sippin', ain't no trippin' on the move tonight Bring out the whole team, I'm on lysergic and it's worth it (Yeah) I admit, in the zone, Mr. Rager, mane See him in the streets, I'm takin' off, make him understand In my world of view, swerve, never lookin' back Forty-two, I do okay, I knew you couldn't owe me jack And it's on, bigger bank, time to get it Now Ben Baller did the chain, rosie goldy, homie, learn the name Live it through the soul, if you didn't know know, learn the facts Now it's super cold, we'll see a show with a broken neck [Chorus: Kid Cudi & 2 Chainz] Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch, get off me (Bitch, get off me) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch, get off me (Bitch, get off me) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch, get off me (Bitch, get off me) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby (Yeah) Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', yeah [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Uh, 2 Chainz, it ain't a stain on me (Alright) DEA had tried to put the blame on me My young niggas tote .30s, ain't no aim on it (Yeah) And this a Cullinan, bitch, not a Range Rover, yeah (Yeah) What's the difference? 'Bout three-hundred racks (Three-hundred) I am so cold, it look like Freon attack Had the bando with the peas in the back But the odd part about it, we was evenly matched, yeah I been coastin' since a Motorola (Hello) Chicken toter, I sell more than El Pollo Loco Emotions up and down like a rollercoaster I put her sexy ass on the pole like wanted posters, yeah [Chorus: Kid Cudi & 2 Chainz] Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch, get off me (Bitch, get off me, alright) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby (Can't believe it) Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch, get off me (Bitch, get off me, and I'm coastin', poppin') Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby (Uh, can't believe it) Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch, get off me (Bitch, get off me, it get poppin') Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby (Can't believe it, baby) Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', yeah (Uh)