XV - I Don't Believe You lyrics

[Produced by DJ Infamous] [Verse One: Celeb Forever] Prada luggage at the airport All black Mazaratis when I land, nine cars already I'm working on my tenth key My watch shine turning n***as into Slick Rick, never let a b**h pimp me Man, these hoes dying to get screwed n***a, Pimp C But rest in peace Chad Butler and Aaliyah going 90 in an Aston See you when I see you Man, I met a girl yesterday, couldn't really keep up Asked her who conditioned her She said it was Tresemme Asked her what her name was, she said it was Desiree Put that Yeezy album in, she said she don't mess with 'Ye I almost kicked her out but instead turned it up Then I took her to the house, 15 minutes after lunch What if we happen to kiss? What if we happen to touch? And we couldn't slow it down until enough had been enough So she put back on her clothes acting like she in a rush Said she not over her past and they just had broken up Man I never get offended when they get back with they exes Cause they need someone to Hold 'Em and I never been to Texas Man But my homie b**bie from out there And he told me all women ain't the same Probably cause he got Keisha, and it was nice to meet ya But women, they tell the coldest lies, freezer I just don't believe ya [Verse Two: Donnis] Show me what you here fo', show me what you here fo' Take it all off, TSA, this the airport Show that T&A, while I put it in the air ho Ho...ho I'mma make it rain dear/reindeer Drop the mixtape and got signed in the same year I relate to Vizzy baby, we got all the same things Vizzy, Celeb Forever I just figured I'd make sh** clear The county n***a counting cash in some cashmere My buzz light years/Buzz Lightyear ahead of y'all n***as I heard Toy Stories told and seen them toys repoed R.I.P. to C, all that liquor we poured?! Trips to the coast but believe that we cold Don't let the cars, girls, and boat shoes fool you A slap to the face will have you feeling like a new you Makeover if you will, if I make off with the mil I'mma do the Madoff for the bill for real [Verse Three: XV] It always go, "I don't know your name, boy what song you sang?" Call it cool, call it fame, I'll call you bluff and call it lame I don't f** with all the games, save that for the playoffs Funny how my balls and chains got 'em going Adolf Crazy Then they take a glance and see how I do them tramps Then focus on my mans, concentrating on my camp Begging for the high life, even they man want my life Guess I'm shining on son/sun, Edward on Twilight High heels, high standards, high fashion, high price Just to roll out with a n***a like the hot dice Have her hitting high notes like all night k** that p**y, I don't give a f** if it got nine lives Then she around her friends and want to play pretend Like, "What happened to your mans? Oh yeah girl, we seen you." And you be like, "We cool." Man, I know I'm back at school, but I'm speaking for your crew When we say we don't believe you I don't believe you