[Kid Cudi & 2 Chainz] La-la-la (Yeah) La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It is like a vine of two words, yeah, that shit hard) La-la-la
La-la-la (It´s time for that though) La-la-la-la-la-la-la (Yeah, yeah, nigga) Uh-uh, yeah Yeah, uh-uh
[Kid Cudi] Can´t believe it, baby, no, you can´t believe it, baby Ridin´ through the city and I´m coastin´, bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) Can´t believe it, baby, no, you can´t believe it, baby Ridin´ through the city and I´m coastin´, bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) Can´t believe it, baby, no, you can´t believe it, baby Ridin´ through the city and I´m coastin´, bitch get off me (Bitch get off me)
Can´t believe it, baby, no, you can´t believe it, baby Ridin´ through the city and I´m coastin´, yeah
[Kid Cudi] Gettin´ lost in the rhythm of the fuckin´ flight When the city lights shine and the mood is right When you sippin´, ain´t no trippin´ on the move tonight Bring out the whole team, I´m one less soldier again, it´s worth it (Yeah) I admit, in the zone, Mr. Rager, mane See him in the streets, I´m takin´ off, make him understand In my world of view, swerve, never lookin´ back 42, I do, okay I knew you couldn´t know me, Jack And it´s on, make it bang, come and get it And I´ve been balling to the chain, rosey-goldy, homie, learn the name
Lookin´ through the soul, if you didn´t know know, learn the facts Now it´s super cold to see a show with a broken neck
[Kid Cudi, 2 Chainz] Can´t believe it, baby, no, you can´t believe it, baby Ridin´ through the city and I´m coastin´, bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) Can´t believe it, baby, no, you can´t believe it, baby Ridin´ through the city and I´m coastin´, bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) Can´t believe it, baby, no, you can´t believe it, baby Ridin´ through the city and I´m coastin´, bitch get off me (Bitch get off me)
Can´t believe it, baby, no, you can´t believe it, baby (Yeah) Ridin´ through the city and I´m coastin´, yeah
[2 Chainz] Uh, 2 Chainz, it ain´t a stain on ´em (Alright) DEA had tried to put the blame on him My young niggas tote .30s, ain´t no aim on it (Yeah) And this a Cullinan, bitch, this not a Range Rover, yeah (Yeah) What´s the difference? ´Bout three-hundred racks (Three-hundred) I am so cold, it look like free on a tax Had the bando with the peas in the back But the hard part about it, we was evilly matchin´, yeah I been coastin´ since a Motorola (Hello)
Chicken told her I sell more than El Pollo Loco Emotions up and down like a rollercoaster I put her sexy ass on the pole, like wanted posters, yeah
[Kid Cudi & 2 Chainz] Can´t believe it, baby, no, you can´t believe it, baby Ridin´ through the city and I´m coastin´, bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) Can´t believe it, baby, no, you can´t believe it, baby (Alright) Ridin´ through the city and I´m coastin´, bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) (And I´m coastin´, bitch, I´m poppin´) Can´t believe it, baby, no, you can´t believe it, baby (Uh, can´t believe it) Ridin´ through the city and I´m coastin´, bitch get off me (Bitch get off me)
(Toni pop it) Can´t believe it, baby, no, you can´t believe it, baby Ridin´ through the city and I´m coastin´, yeah (Alright, uh)