David Versis - Doubt lyrics

Doubt by David Versis (intro) Yea... Hahahaha... Aw man... I feel good... But why wouldn't I..? We half way home... Let's go... (verse) Look at what I'm startin // I hope that yall are ready These dudes are free fallin //Muthaf**a Tom Petty Find me in the fast lane // like I'm Mario Andretti Sittin somewhere with the Vandals // treatin money like confetti This one is for my homies // the ones who really bout it The ones who threw up V's // and middle fingers to who doubted I'm leaving with your girl // 'cus this place is kinda crowded Don't be mad 'cus she accepted // just be mad 'cus you allowed it We paintin' the town red // we exercise our bad behaviour We're stackin' money off my gift// I call it (w)rapping paper Aint deal with s**ers since I jumped up out the playpen Dressing like we're mad men, spending like we made men (ah) I'm so far from fake // homie I'm the realest ever (uh huh) I got my sh** all patent now // and I aint speaking leather (uh huh) I take a couple genres // I mash that sh** together (uh huh) Yea rock and rap // call it Salt and Sgt. Peppers (chorus) Somebody pop the champagne (pa** that sh** around) You see it in our eyes (we aint never coming down) I don't know if no one told you (we the hottest sh** around) We just walked up in the party (and about to shut it down) All my haters that be hatin' (I suggest you let it go) Why you keep on asking questions (there aint nothing left to know) They aint get it, but thats because I got it So I don't ever sweat it, middle finger to who doubted like... (verse) My mother said they aint no such thing as a free lunch But in my whole life I never paid for trees once What they see as mountains I see as speed bumps And what they see as downhill I see as ski jumps (rhaa) I'm no longer dealing with these chumps What they did in three years b**h I did in three months I be talking fly and I can see they don't relate You can watch me over-eat // I'ma watch you underrate I can see you dudes are waiting // I'ma give you couple tips We gon need a couple servers // we got way to many hits I remember seeing clothes and saving money just to cop it I aint even gotta buy it now, they pay your boy to rock it huh Haters hear my sh** they wonder when i'ma stop it But I turn writers block into a muthaf**in topic now (I just did) About to take em to the gra** roots So all I wear is black suites Violins, bra** flutes (chorus) (verse) They say that money k**s // they say that words hurt I heard that time is money though // I make my words work They drop a couple thousand // just for a couple bars I'm making nasty money // that sh** is per-verse I'm chillin with your girl // I'll make her back soft Mr. Miagi sh** // wax on, was off You find her posing every time the camera close, 'cuz She just wanna tell people she balled(bald) like Amber Rose does My style is too dope // I'm attracting fiends I just throw a V's up // they know exactly what it means I don't ever go to sleep // I'm busy living out your dreams I got my head up in the clouds like I just planted magic beans, b**h So watch my stock(stalk) rise // and watch me share less They give me co*k eyes // but I could careless They take my old b**hes and they just treat em new Which means I've literally done, every single little thing, this dudes wish they could do (rhaaa) (chorus) (outro) Woo Woo! Woo Woo! Yeaa! Woo Woo! Woo Woo!