Yeah, first up

Shouts out to Louisiana niggas, yeah

Yo Boosie, I was thinkin′ I lost a lot of homeboysA whole lot of money, and I'm still here nigga

You better believe it, you better believe it

You better believe it (my money don′t fold, I'm gettin' this dough)

You better believe it, you better believe it

You better believe it (always stay true, stick to the G code)

You better believe it (Imma stay on the grind, getting mine like a real nigga should)

You better believe it (Imma still do me, be the same OG who put it down for the hood)

You better believe it (Imma rep my block every city, every town, everywhere I go)

You better believe it (that′s if you didn′t know)

You better believe it

Ladies and gentlemen

It's Boosie Boo king of Louisiana I been the truth

If you don′t know, betta ask somebody

I am the show and the after party

I'm stackin′ dough ain't gotta sell crack no mo′

Still on my grind

Gotta a lot of kids at home

Gotta get it on, late nights til' the early morn'

50 grand in my pants like Ivy Smith

Give back to the hood like Nino Brown

Neck kinda freezy, boy believe it

You can playa hate but take it easy

We got the streets (who dat)

Me and Jeezy

Learned from the streets how to stack the breezy

Got love from the hood so it′s all good, we both gon′ eat (who dat)

Me and Jeezy ridin' down the highway (zoom, zoom)

4′5 on side me (boom, boom)

Bad chick on side me (ooh, ooh)

She roller coaster ridin' me

In the projects where you find me

I got the hood behind me

My records sellin′ out the store now

My money don't fold now

You best believe they feelin′ me

From Alaska to Tennessee

From the East to the West coast

I smoke on the best smoke

We pushin' Lambos, Phantoms

And Bentley Coupes now

People hollin' out the window

Aye Boosie you got the juice now?

You better believe it, you better believe it

You better believe it (my money don′t fold, I′m gettin' this dough)

You better believe it, you better believe it

You better believe it (always stay true, stick to the G code)

Stacked brick on top of brick

Yeah I laid my foundation ′til I built my house

And it was mixtape after mixtapes

And then the next thing you know, I was running the South

Streets introduced me to the trap

See that wasn't enough, see I wanted the world

And that′s about the time my album dropped

And the next thing you know I was runnin' the world

Who ya think ya is, bitch one of the girls?

See ya ass in ya jeans makes me wonder girl

I′m a super nigga, need a cape for me

Real street niggas they relate to me

A big disappointment I would hate to be

In the wrong place at the wrong time

In the wrong line with the wrong man

Right car with the wrong thang

Can't tell me shit, I'm a grown man

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

Two AKs and a box of blunts

If money you want then it′s money you get

Ya hang out with the boy, then it′s money you get

Ya ever believe that I'd ever believe

That I′d ever achieve what I ever achieved

You better believe it, you better believe it

You better believe it (my money don't fold, I′m gettin' this dough)

You better believe it, you better believe it

You better believe it (always stay true, stick to the G code)

You better believe it

Stop this bitch, let me tell the world something

From the bottom to the top, shoulda seen that shit

Me and my lil′ thug got it from the mud

Every thang I spit I really mean that shit

It's crazy, ain't it? Hard to explain it

I done got famous, all I did was bring it

The savage life behind the mic

Now everybody hollerin′ ′bout Trill Entertainment

Rest in peace, Pimp C

I scream that shit every time I do shows

You put me on, and I ain't forget

So for my nigga, I gotta fuck two hoes

Whatever ya′ll mean that I ain't got cream

If you see me in the hood, don′t think I can't leave

When I was nineteen, I really had a whole mil′

These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya′ll dreams

I ain′t through yet, I done done it all

But I got a lot of stuff that I ain't get to do yet

I fucked up, I ain′t make it through school

Wanna see if my kids gonna make it through that

From Miami to LA, back to Manhattan where the big cake

From Baton Rouge, I done did it

Go ahead, admit it, I'm the shit, hey

And I don′t care what a bitch say

Imma be like this til' I get gray

And I ain′t puttin' no rims on it

When it 500 ya ride factory

The new album is on the way

When it's the real deal, ya know ya gotta wait

Bad Azz gon′ act a dog ass, and ya′ll already know this

You better believe it, you better believe it

You better believe it (my money don't fold, I′m gettin' this dough)

You better believe it, you better believe it

You better believe it (always stay true, stick to the G code)

You better believe it (Imma stay on the grind, getting mine like a real nigga should)

You better believe it (Imma still do me, be the same OG who put it down for the hood)

You better believe it (Imma rep my block every city, every town, everywhere I go)

You better believe it (that′s if you didn't know)

You better believe it