2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Rick Ross – Can’t Believe You Lyrics

Can’t Believe You

2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Rick Ross

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"Can’t Believe You." - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Rick Ross

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 04:32 pm

Album: Welcome 2 Collegrove

Track No: 19

I can't believe you, man
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you
I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you
No getting pussy till you got money ass ****
I can't believe you
I can't, can't believe you
I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you
No, I can't, no, I can't
Rivalry appear, cauliflower his ear
Multi-task, count cash, drive, dodgin' a deal
The Moncler is clear, you can see the bodyguard
My circumference surrounded in fog, yellow wrist corn on the cob
I know you was a façade, I know you want me to starve
I know you want me to bleed, I see the feign in your heart
Don't know the pain in my heart, just see the paint on my cars
Know I'm the same as a king, know I'm the same as a God
Don't have to say anything, they can still tell us apart
No, I'm not leaving my wife if they try to tear us apart
No, I'm not leaving this life if they try to make us abort
Kept calling 12 on us, know that that make us annoyed
Went to the mountain top with a shield, cross, and a sword
Keep eating rappers, so they say I'm a cannibal
Can't blame me, I'ma hold 'em accountable
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you
I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you
No getting pussy till you got money ass ****
I can't believe you
I can't, can't believe you
I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you
No, I can't, no, I can't
Convictions will turn your common sense to commensary
Convinced that your co-defendants keep it honorary
Catchin' the bus is where you had those conversations
Let's patch our money up and drop a compilation
Road to riches, **** out here rentin' Rolls
Lackin' mackin' got these **** rentin' hoes
Hustle backwards, movin' mom into a rented home
You got some money, homie, but you did it wrong
You think of bitches as opportunities money make
I look at blessings as lessons, and pray for one a day
Can't believe all these **** be sweet as funnel cake
I'm from the era of dope boys versus Ronald Reagan
Eyes wide, on ya back, breathing on the pavement
Shots fired half a block, played for the Lakers
Started as the shorties in the class misbehaving
Another **** dead just because he made it
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you
I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you
No getting pussy till you got money ass ****
I can't believe you
I can't, can't believe you
I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you
No, I can't, no, I can't
Un-fucking-believable, I don't fuckin' believe in you
I'll get you shot up in front of a cathedral, and in front of the media, that's from me to you
Heard the feds been meeting you, a whole lotta shit that you been agreeing to
Who you speaking to? You foreign to me, ****, that's the European you
You should hate being you, one of these choppa bullets will make three of you
Pull up in the vehicle, pow, pull off laughin', lookin' in the rearview
Ain't no tellin' what we'll do when it's them or me, him or me, or me or you
Watch how the semi do, it'll turn the grizzly into Winnie Pooh
Believe that, no Corona, I'ma pull up in a fuckin' ski mask
**** rattin' on us and I'm too grown to be a Chuck E. Cheese fan
He mad, smokin' the strong, the blunt is longer than me hand, OG strands
Stay in my zone, but sometimes known to freelance
Pecan skin tone, but redbone when she mad
And she can watch the throne or kiss my royalty ass
I can't believe you, quarterback to wide receiver
Can't trust you far as I can throw you, far as I can see you
Un-fucking-believable, they don't want the presence
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you
I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you
No getting pussy till you got money ass ****
I can't believe you
I can't, I can't, I can't
I can't, can't believe you
I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you
No, I can't, no, I can't
I can't, I won't, I don't
I ain't gon' believe you
I can't, I can't
I just can't believe you
I can't believe you

Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Lil Wayne, Nicholas Warwar, Tarik Azzouz, Maxime Berton & Rick Ross.

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