can t believe it with 2 chainz

Kid Cudi

La-la-la (Yeah)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It is like a vine of two words, yeah
That shit hard)
La-la-la
La-la-la (It s time for that though)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (Yeah, yeah, nigga)
Uh-uh, yeah
Yeah, uh-uh

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

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 one less soldier again, 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
42, I do, okay I knew you couldn t know me, Jack
And it s on, make it bang, come and get it
And I ve been balling to the chain
Rosey-goldy, homie, learn the name
Lookin through the soul
If you didn t know know, learn the facts
Now it s super cold to see a show with a broken neck

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

Uh, 2 Chainz, it ain t a stain on em (Alright)
DEA had tried to put the blame on him
My young niggas tote. 30s, ain t no aim on it (Yeah)
And this a Cullinan, bitch
This not a Range Rover, yeah (Yeah)
What s the difference?
Bout three-hundred racks (Three-hundred)
I am so cold, it look like free on a tax
Had the bando with the peas in the back
But the hard part about it, we was evilly matchin , yeah
I been coastin since a Motorola (Hello)
Chicken told her 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

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 (Alright)
Ridin through the city and I m coastin
Bitch get off me (Bitch get off me)
(And I m coastin , bitch, I m 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)
(Toni pop it)
Can t believe it, baby, no, you can t believe it, baby
Ridin through the city and I m coastin , yeah (Alright, uh)