Can’t Believe It Lyrics – BlueBucksClan
Singer: BlueBucksClan
Title: Can’t Believe It
All this money on the floor, I can’t believe
Tryna give up on this juice but I can’t leave it
Room service, I can chill till they bring it
SoFi, I’m on Century, I got tickets for the season
All this money, all these hoes, I can’t believe it
SoFi, I’m on Century for the whole f#cking season
Who the f#ck these little n#gg#s think they talking to?
Ask around, we getting fifty just for walking through
You don’t really got no #ss, I can’t talk to you
Can’t believe all these hundreds, they came out the blue
Press a button, within seconds I could drop my roof
Why these n#gg#s buying weapons and they not gone shoot?
Maybach Emmit Smith, It’s a 22
Curtis Jackson when I’m riding, this sh#t bulletproof
Might just f#ck the n#gg# b#tch, I ain’t got sh#t to do
Gotta put my sh#t on DND soon as I hit the booth
Why you tell your friends about me? They can get it to
I’m the owner of this road once I accelerate
Three b#tches to myself, that’s how I celebrate
n#gg#s getting weak b#tches pregnant, I cannot relate
These n#gg#s say the weakest sh#t, we can’t collaborate
I’m a cold n#gg#, feel like Jeezy in 2008
All this money on the floor, I can’t believe
Tryna give up on this juice but I can’t leave it
Room service, I can chill till they bring it
SoFi, I’m on Century, I got tickets for the season
All this money on the floor, I can’t believe it
Tryna give up on this juice but I can’t leave it
Room service, I can chill till they bring it
SoFi, I’m on Century, I got tickets for the season
I can’t believe this b#tch left me
She keep saying her top fire, tryna prep me
She can never be my b#tch, she too friendly
I can’t even pick the b#tch I want, it’s too many
Yeah I know I hit your b#tch but n#gg# man up
Bust the motor on the dash, I’m finna stand up
Saying she at home while she with me, she so scandalous
I got college hoes, you might catch me creeping on your campus
I got rich hoes sneaking in they daddy mansion
Threw a private party all by myself, just me and dancers
Five thousand on the floor, yeah they sweeping
And 1 when I score, n#gg#s reaching
Four thousand dollar fit, it’s all Dior, I look decent
I just paid twelve hundred for these Kors, can’t believe it
We be f#cking up the club, @ the bottle girls at Legion
At Katana fans run up, want a picture while I’m eating
I’m on El Segundo in a Bentley, I’m by Stevens
Take the baddest b#tches out the party when we leaving
All this money on the floor, I can’t believe
Tryna give up on this juice but I can’t leave it
Room service, I can chill till they bring it
SoFi, I’m on Century, I got tickets for the season
All this money on the floor, I can’t believe
Tryna give up on this juice but I can’t leave it
Room service, I can chill till they bring it
SoFi, I’m on Century, I got tickets for the season
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