Believe That 创作者：
Lil Wayne

N/A

调：Bb minor

Verse 1
Am Am 
 
Push Impalas and Caprices
(believe that daddy)
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
Starch flat, no creases
F F 
 
C C 
 
(believe that daddy)
Am Am 
 
Got that work,
you a D boy (believe that daddy)
C C 
 
E E 
 
C C 
 
You a  H- O- T  Boy
F F 
 
C C 
 
(believe that daddy)
Am Am 
 
You a pimp, you got them hoes
(believe that daddy)
C C 
 
That's that weed smell in your
Dm Dm 
 
Am Am 
 
clothes (believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred,
shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
This my block, I run it
(believe that daddy)
F F 
 
Got them 20s on ya ride
(believe that daddy)
C C 
 
B B 
 
C C 
 
F F 
 
Croc or gator in side
(believe that daddy)
Am Am 
 
Fine bitch, bowleg (be
F F 
 
lieve that daddy)
C C 
 
F F 
 
And she go both ways
(believe that daddy)
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
Slugged up  in the front
(believe that daddy)
C C 
 
F F 
 
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
Got a trunk full of bump
Am Am 
 
(believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
B B 
 
dykes (believe that daddy)
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
'Cause that's what hoes like
(believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
I  do 'cause I want to push
a Caddy or Mercedes
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
I   do it for my dudes,
do it for my dudes
C C 
 
All my niggas on the block that got
Am Am 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
that work to  move

Verse 2
Am Am 
 
It's Weezy, baby,
C C 
 
young'n from the Dirty South
Get up your dough,
Am Am 
 
Em Em 
 
I'm putting birdies out
Am Am 
 
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you, bitch,
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
Dm Dm 
 
you still ain't got a dirty mouth
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
The hood still ain't got over the drought
So you should sleep on your roof,
B B 
 
Am Am 
 
just to watch over ya house
Nigga, we Tymin', the cost of my
watch over ya house
C C 
 
I'm a boss man,
Am Am 
 
I   watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lamby
C C 
 
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood,
Am Am 
 
you good, you family
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
My boys like to  pull them
blammies, and big pimp
F F 
 
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
Mami  suck dick 'til she
F F 
 
Am Am 
 
pull your hammy, homey
You know we only keepin' it gangsta
C C 
 
F F 
 
Am Am 
 
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
C C 
 
All I need is my banger, nigga, it's Weezy
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
Em Em 
 
This shit over, somebody king me
Am Am 
 
Push Impalas and

Verse 3
Am Am 
 
Caprices
(believe that daddy)
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
Starch flat, no creases
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
(believe that daddy)
Am Am 
 
Got that work,
you a D boy (believe that daddy)
C C 
 
E E 
 
Em Em 
 
You a H- O- T  Boy
C C 
 
(believe that daddy)
Am Am 
 
You a pimp, you got them hoes
(believe that daddy)
C C 
 
That's that weed smell in your clothes
F F 
 
Am Am 
 
(believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred,
shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
C C 
 
This my block,
Am Am 
 
I run it  (believe that daddy)
F F 
 
Got them 20s on ya ride
(believe that daddy)
C C 
 
F F 
 
Croc or gator in side
(believe that daddy)
Am Am 
 
Fine bitch, bowleg (believe that daddy)
C C 
 
F F 
 
And she go both ways
(believe that daddy)
Am Am 
 
Slugged up in the front
(believe that daddy)
C C 
 
F F 
 
Got a trunk full of bump
Am Am 
 
(believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
dykes (believe that daddy)
C C 
 
'Cause that's what hoes like
Am Am 
 
(believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies,
do it for the ladies
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
I do it 'cause I   want to
push a Caddy or Mercedes
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
I   do it for my dudes,
do it for my dudes
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
All my niggas on the block that
Em Em 
 
got that work to move
Am Am 
 
Yeah,

Verse 4
you don't want to play with me,
C C 
 
I touch you, man
E E 
 
Am Am 
 
Lose your man in a   tussle,
but y'all don't see me
C C 
 
Y'all can't hear me, this a Def Jam,
call me Russell, man
Am Am 
 
Em Em 
 
I played on Martin,
Am Am 
 
call me hustle, man
And now y'all know I'm the
B B 
 
Em Em 
 
E E 
 
Em Em 
 
yayo muscle, man
Am Am 
 
But on the under, I got that wonder,
to stop that thunder
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
That rumble in the side of  your stomach,
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
piled on water
Am Am 
 
How do you want it,
C C 
 
come through in a Coupe powder blue or
E E 
 
Em Em 
 
F F 
 
Aqua water,   how do you want it,
Am Am 
 
man?
C C 
 
Hey, I tote a lot of toolies, dun,
Em Em 
 
F F 
 
I done broke a lot of  hoopties dun
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
I done drove a   lot of  QPs from
here and there on the road
B B 
 
Em Em 
 
But a nigga gotta  move this, son,
Am Am 
 
and I   show you how to do this, son
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
That's that boy Weezy Wee, yeah,
Em Em 
 
CMB, bitch, in your stomach
Am Am 
 
Push Impalas and

Verse 5
Am Am 
 
Caprices
(believe that daddy)
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
Starch flat, no  creases
F F 
 
(believe that daddy)
Am Am 
 
Got that work,
you a D boy (believe that daddy)
F F 
 
C C 
 
E E 
 
Em Em 
 
F F 
 
You a  H- O- T Boy
(believe that daddy)
Am Am 
 
You a pimp, you got them hoes
(believe that daddy)
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
That's that weed smell in your clothes
Dm Dm 
 
Am Am 
 
(believe that daddy)
Bet a hundred,
shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
C C 
 
Am Am 
 
This my block, I run it
(believe that daddy)
Got them 20s on ya ride
(believe that daddy)
F F 
 
C C 
 
F F 
 
Croc or gator inside
(believe that daddy)
Am Am 
 
Fine bitch,
Am Am 
 
bowleg (believe that daddy)
C C 
 
F F 
 
And she go both ways
(believe that daddy)
Am Am 
 
Slugged up  in the front
(believe that daddy)
F F 
 
C C 
 
F F 
 
Got a trunk full of bump
Am Am 
 
(believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
dykes (believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like
F F 
 
(believe that daddy)
Am Am 
 
Now I do it  for the ladies,
do it for the ladies
I do it 'cause I want to push
a Caddy or Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All my niggas on the block