Believe Me - Lil Wayne ft Drake (lyrics) I\u0027m the only one that get the job done I don\u0027t know a nigga that could cover for me Yeah, got some game from my dad He said she might say she love me She don\u0027t love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I\u0027m that nigga, boy they love me in the streets I\u0027m not tryna find nobody else to beat I\u0027m the one they come to see because they all Believe me Yeah, rip, rip rip It\u0027s been me and Young Tune off the rip That\u0027s the man that put me in this shit If a nigga fuck with him, I\u0027ll put him down quick Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique I\u0027ve been takin\u0027 shit light, you don\u0027t wanna hear me trip God damn, do y\u0027all really know who y\u0027all fuckin\u0027 with? Yeah, I mean you can\u0027t blame me for wonderin\u0027 Doesn\u0027t matter, could be winter or the summer On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don\u0027t fuckin\u0027 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\u0027 off on every single track though Collect call from the boss like where we at though I was like, \u0022Hah, it\u0027s our time, nigga\u0022 He left Rikers in a Phantom, that\u0027s my nigga And I\u0027ll been rockin\u0027 with the team \u0027til Carter IX And we YMCMB, waitin\u0027 on somebody to try us, nigga Yeah I\u0027m the only one that get the job done I don\u0027t know a nigga that could cover for me Yeah, got some game from my dad He said she might say she love me She don\u0027t love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I\u0027m that nigga, boy they love me in the streets I\u0027m not tryna find nobody else to beat I\u0027m the one they come to see because they all Believe me Lord knows I\u0027ll murk one of these niggas, yeah His and hers Ferraris, nigga One for me, one for my daughter, nigga Waitin\u0027 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\u0027 I ignore the nigga All I gotta say is \u0022Sayonara, nigga\u0022 Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain\u0027t dyin\u0027 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\u0027m associated, I\u0027m the one that orchestrated Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin\u0027 Ain\u0027t \u0027bout what you walk away from, it\u0027s \u0027bout what you walk away with Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant I must be doin\u0027 somethin\u0027 I\u0027m the only one that get the job done I don\u0027t know a nigga that could cover for me Yeah, got some game from my dad He said she might say she love me She don\u0027t love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I\u0027m that nigga, boy they love me in the streets I\u0027m not tryna find nobody else to beat I\u0027m the one they come to see because they all Believe me Had to get it poppin\u0027 off the rip Rich young nigga that ain\u0027t never had to trick Slim Thug flow but you know I like \u0027em thick If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip I had to get it poppin\u0027 off the rip I\u0027m the one they tell yah been reppin\u0027 in the 6 Come into the city and yah niggas get to trippin\u0027 We\u0027ll take yah 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\u0027 out to Houston, spendin\u0027 all of my advance V Live just took me for a cheque \u0022Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt\u0022 Yes, right now you are lookin\u0027 at the best Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that Mothafuck the rest When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin\u0027 up the steps I\u0027d give what I collect before I give up my connect It\u0027d be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat One finger, slidin\u0027 \u0027cross my neck Niggas know what that mean like they deaf Nigga I\u0027ll fire this nina like it\u0027s her first day On the job and the bitch overslept Tune stay humble, nigga I\u0027m a king Need a horn and a drumroll They throw mothafuckin\u0027 roses at my feet, nigga I don\u0027t step on one rose I\u0027m the only one that get the job done I don\u0027t 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\u0027 babies every week I\u0027m the nigga, see me skatin\u0027 in the streets Gone Rip rip, nigga