Believe Me by El Richie Lyrics
[Hook]
The cash come easy into my bank account
The trap phone’s beeping, it’s international
And the cash got cheesy
Syrup coz the boys wheezing
The cash come easy into my bank account
The trap phone’s beeping, it’s international
And the cash got cheesy
Do you believe me?
Oh please, baby, don’t believe me
[Verse 1: EL Richie)
Yeah, I’m untrustworthy, a liar
I’m a poser, take them pictures as I'm postering with my pants set on fire
Look at these levels I’ve acquired
I see them devils looking angry
Coz they see me buzzing with a bad b, sassy
Wispa in my ear tell me something sweet, Cadbury
Played with my device and she done it hands-free
It’s so nasty, i swear felt it in my pancreas
[Hook]
The cash come easy into my bank account
The trap phone’s beeping, it’s international
And the cash got cheesy
Syrup coz the boys wheezing
The cash come easy into my bank account
The trap phone’s beeping, it’s international
And the cash got cheesy
Do you believe me?
Oh please, baby, don’t believe me
[Verse 2: EL Richie]
Your b’s whore, she with violent sidemen
You think she’s yours but the y is silent
Oh, good lord
It’s like you sent her off on an assignment
Coz she be at mines and does a good job at what she does
Cleans my pipes and gets rid of all my grease and dust
You would’ve thought this seggs was cilit bang type of shit
Vibes type of shit
Kick her out the house and goodbye type of shit
[A420]
Yes, i lied type of shit
Don’t give a fuck type of shit
In the club I’m getting lit, many bitches want me beat
Gotta get the bread to eat, I’ll be hustling with ma skii
Yea uno we from E (town)
Man ain’t got the time to speak
I just wanna rap on beats
I’m the studio making hits
Niggas hating let it be
Baby break it let me see
Get more drinks, it’s on me
Don’t you worry baby, please
Actually I just need a bad b ride wit me and get OD
[Hook]
The cash come easy into my bank account
The trap phone’s beeping, it’s international
And the cash got cheesy
Syrup coz the boys wheezing
The cash come easy into my bank account
The trap phone’s beeping, it’s international
And the cash got cheesy
Do you believe me?
Oh please, baby, don’t believe me
Oh please, baby, don’t believe me
The cash come easy into my bank account
The trap phone’s beeping, it’s international
And the cash got cheesy
Syrup coz the boys wheezing
The cash come easy into my bank account
The trap phone’s beeping, it’s international
And the cash got cheesy
Do you believe me?
Oh please, baby, don’t believe me
[Verse 1: EL Richie)
Yeah, I’m untrustworthy, a liar
I’m a poser, take them pictures as I'm postering with my pants set on fire
Look at these levels I’ve acquired
I see them devils looking angry
Coz they see me buzzing with a bad b, sassy
Wispa in my ear tell me something sweet, Cadbury
Played with my device and she done it hands-free
It’s so nasty, i swear felt it in my pancreas
[Hook]
The cash come easy into my bank account
The trap phone’s beeping, it’s international
And the cash got cheesy
Syrup coz the boys wheezing
The cash come easy into my bank account
The trap phone’s beeping, it’s international
And the cash got cheesy
Do you believe me?
Oh please, baby, don’t believe me
[Verse 2: EL Richie]
Your b’s whore, she with violent sidemen
You think she’s yours but the y is silent
Oh, good lord
It’s like you sent her off on an assignment
Coz she be at mines and does a good job at what she does
Cleans my pipes and gets rid of all my grease and dust
You would’ve thought this seggs was cilit bang type of shit
Vibes type of shit
Kick her out the house and goodbye type of shit
[A420]
Yes, i lied type of shit
Don’t give a fuck type of shit
In the club I’m getting lit, many bitches want me beat
Gotta get the bread to eat, I’ll be hustling with ma skii
Yea uno we from E (town)
Man ain’t got the time to speak
I just wanna rap on beats
I’m the studio making hits
Niggas hating let it be
Baby break it let me see
Get more drinks, it’s on me
Don’t you worry baby, please
Actually I just need a bad b ride wit me and get OD
[Hook]
The cash come easy into my bank account
The trap phone’s beeping, it’s international
And the cash got cheesy
Syrup coz the boys wheezing
The cash come easy into my bank account
The trap phone’s beeping, it’s international
And the cash got cheesy
Do you believe me?
Oh please, baby, don’t believe me
Oh please, baby, don’t believe me