Believe lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yo, let me light the J
I wanna hear the choir

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm walkin' with the money (money, money)
I'm talkin' 'cause of money (money, money)
But this sh*t isn't funny (funny, funny)
'Cause nobody believes you
I'm walkin' with the money (money, money)
I'm talkin' 'cause of money (money, money)
But this sh*t isn't funny (funny, funny)
'Cause nobody believes you

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Walk up the block, get to cussin', oh man (oh man)
He put a pine and they shoutin' (Woah-woah-woah)
Gimme the line, I'm lyin', no potent man
Smith and Wesson in the pistol, shot the dope man
Time to get faded then get to bussin'
Ejaculate then f*ckin', no rubber
Mm-mm, no lovin'
Because I got dough (Oh), chains and some haters
Notorious, I'm B.I.G., tryna stook me for my paper
Coke and the Brandi, it's still a skyscraper
Molesting this beat (Oh), I'm a good raper
I meant a good rapper, no handshakes, dapper
(Travy you're wack!)
Funny honey (honey, honey)
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Jason Eric]
I'm walkin' with the money (money, money)
I'm talkin' 'cause of money (money, money)
But this sh*t isn't funny (funny, funny)
'Cause nobody believes you
I'm walkin' with the money (money, money)
I'm talkin' 'cause of money (money, money)
But this sh*t isn't funny (funny, funny)
'Cause nobody believes you (Uh-uh)

[Verse 2: Jason Eric]
I'ma spend money on chains, and big things
You could say that I do with the hood fame
Nothing can change, when there's no change
Took a couple chains then I threw it down on a Range
Superman money 'cause I'm super man wrist
Threw a stack at my b*tch, now she working on my tips
Money tossed to n*ggas that only comprehend
That my brain getting bigger 'cause the money never end
I'm on a high-rise, um, like high skies
Make it rain from the top, man, I'm 'bout to skydive
Girls come in doubles when your money come in duffles
I'm ballin' downtown with my n*gga Bill Russell
Now we mainstream, on the big screens
So much cash in this shot, no need for green screens
Just ass that swallows up g-strings
So why the f*ck you asking if we leasing?
Me and Travis Scott do do things
So many chains, I could turn 'em into tearings
Put the chains up, front and center on the telly
But when I drop, this b*tch is gon' hang by my belly, b*tch