Believe Me lyrics

I'm the only one that get the job done

I don't know a nigga that can cover for me

Yeah, got some game from my days

So she might say she love me

She don't love me like she say she love me

Believe me, believe me

I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets

I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat

I'm the one they come to see because they all

Believe me

Yea, uh, rip, rip

It's been me and Young Tune off the rip

That's the man that put me in this shit

If a nigga fuck with him, I'll put him down quick

Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique

I've been takin' shit light, you don't wanna hear me trip

God damn, do y'all really know who you fuckin' with?

Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wonderin'

Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer

On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss

Yeah, Stunna and Mack know

When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back

And I was snappin' off on every single track though

Collect call from the boss like where we at though

I was like, "Hah, it's our time, nigga"

He left Rikers in a Phantom, that's my nigga

And I've been rockin' with the team, Tha Carter IX

And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga

Yeah

Lord knows I'll murk one of these niggas, yeah

His and hers Ferraris, nigga

One for me, one for my daughter, nigga

Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga

I tote a 223, two Michael Jordans, nigga

Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga

Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga

Out of duct tape so when he prayin', I ignore the nigga

All I gotta say is sayonara, nigga

Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dyin' for a nigga

Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone and Noreaga

We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later

Diamonds in my Rollie face, cannot be exfoliated

They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated

Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin'

Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with

Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant, I must be doin' somethin'

Had to get it poppin' off the rip

Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick

Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick

If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip

I had to get it poppin' off the rip

I'm the one they tell ya been reppin' in the 6

Come into the city and ya niggas get to trippin'?

We'll take ya to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff

Well damn... just be happy for the man

Nirvana, Coldplay nigga got bands

Ink from the money got it all over my hands

Goin' out to Houston spendin' all of my advance

V Live just took me for a cheque

"Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt"

Yes right now you are lookin' at the best

Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that!

Mothafuck the rest

When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps

I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect

It'd be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat

One finger... slidin' 'cross my neck

Niggas know what that mean like they deaf

Nigga I'll fire this nina like it's her first day

On the job and the bitch overslept

Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king

Need a horn and a drumroll

They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga

I don't step on one rose

I'm the only one that get the job done

I don't know a nigga that can cover for me

Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach

She look like she got a bun in the oven from me

Preheat... believe me

All you gotta do is pay me every week

I had these bitches havin' babies every week

I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets

Gone

• Artist:Lil Wayne
• Album:Hood Heat, Vol. 1