U Can Believe It (Feat. Ludacris)

Verse 1: Dolla BoyAin't sitting around in yo top back All I'm trying to do is make a dollar don't accomplish that Probably both, call the hoes See if she can meet me up at Pompadors Table in the front so I can see who's in and out the door We ain't gotta front cause we've been making lots of dough We ain't taking fronts unless you bringing in a lot of dough Probably if Jaquari was just starving I'd be robbing folks Frontin in ?? and it can leave you in the hospital Came a long way but we still got some miles to go Cowards gonna despise us, but the real niggas like us though Sorry my rival put a stop to your theatricals The streets want the real and honored that we happy for them And then you realize everything come and it goes I'm tryin get before it comes and it goes Hook: Tity Boi (aka 2 Chainz)Diamonds on my wrist, ladies in the building If you feeling sexy put your drinks to the ceiling Yaaa, do it like them playaz do And we on them drugs we goin' be here for a day or two Verse 2: Tity Boi (aka 2 Chainz)?? county tags blowing smoke out the roof Tell your man he's a fag and I'm the motherfucking truth (I'm the truth) See I don't like to brag but he's the proof The trunk bigger than your future, I'm too tall for a coupe (For a coupe) And this is something that I'd rather do Flip the script cover my tattoos Armani is the suit Mari is the shoes, VS is the juice and the necklace is fruits see the rest of my dudes Got on vest and the True's On yo best day I move Like a man on the moon Gotta expand it and move it We land it and cruise Got plans before truants Spend grands on the cruise to put a tan on my bruises And this is how we do it, straight shots with no chasers And every round I'm making toasts to show off my bracelet Hook Verse 3: LudachrisMy bank accounts are impatient and they, they can't wait So I'm never a dollar short, or a, a day late I smoke the best for the stress just to, to stay straight The bud's light is less filling, but it, it tastes great I keep the cash in the stash from the, the po po Cause they say it won't hurt them, what they, they don't know Though I roll in the coupe that hugs the whole block Don't play I'm still hood, you'll still get cold cocked The four will sure pop Your soul will sure drop Fours will get blown but I sure do hope not, I'm hot But I ain't tripping on these young whipper snappers I'm trying to get a chick up in my whip and get her snapper Put her on her stomach get back and then slap her Take her to her home and be gone the morning after Hook