See It To Believe It (feat. Test, Sisqo)

Gotta see it to believe it

Gotta see it to believe it

Gotta see it to believe it

Gotta see it to believe it

Gotta see it to believe it

Gotta see it to believe it

Gotta see it to acheive it

Fuck a club, fill up arenas

Yesterday, lil mama he won't give me none

She got a,.. she wanna turn around and give me some

Versace all up in my optics

G all in my code

Plane ticket read out where the fuck I wanna go

(Bitch I'm gone)

Turnig hard leaving large in another country

Where that bad spanish bitch? I need that honkey donkey

T... off them packs, oh yeah that's me nigga

Jump out this rap shit, thank G-O-D nigga

Cause we supposed to be locked up

For all this shit we be rocked up

I pull up they pop out, I'm thankful (turn up)

Seeing is believing (what you tell em?)

I'll tell look at his

Bentleys in the front and the rear

You know I ain't lyin (gotta see it to believe it)

Look, regardless I'm a real money maker

I take my niggas with me they some real participaters

So everybody shine Gotta see it to believe it

Now everybody flyin Gotta see it to believe it

Rockstar, you wouldn't believe it

I woke up with 5 bitch in the evening (you gotta see it to belive it)

I'm on the paint and lean and I'm just speedin

My scarf around my neck, ellezinor Mcqueenin

Scars on my back, so many skeletons

Pockets so fat, I walk with an elephant

And nothin change bout my keys and my residence

I'm a free band President

I'm in London and France, like I'm back in the hood

They treat me like an astronaut and it's understood

I'm outta here, ain't gon never come to Earth again

Everything on me designer, I was born to win

Dark ass frames, I'm like Michael Ja

Left the trap and the Phantom

And they ain't comin back

It's clear to say I got my swag from my dope boy

Been out here on my own so I already know boy

Been down and there I was, been caught up in a slump

I finna be the shit and bitch I'm bout to take a dump

I'm just bossin on bitches niggas

Skeet skeet on bad hoes

Breaking down my bad habits

Count money, trying to count more

Everytime they play my song I see my mama cry

Raised a happy Dad a son had made it thankful that I tried

It's gotta be God, it's gotta be ya'll (niggas)

It's gotta be me, I'm thankful for (For what?)

Everything I get, huh? even if it's a little bit

I make her turn a lot, I turn and make the shot

Swoosh, (turn up) and the crowd goes crazy

He just won the game hes amazing