Chase Atlantic Doubt It Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mitchel Cave]
Yeah, ayy, pick a time and a place
After hours or the middle of day
f*ck it, she can even pull up with security
I promise, the outcome is never gonna change (Is never gonna change, yeah)
Yeah, put a p*ssy in his place
Whole team full of criminals, it's in our DNA
Full tank, gassed up, I ain't hitting the brakes
So after I write this hook, it's an upper-cut to the face, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Mitchel Cave]
Still cocaine stains on my Nikes (Hey)
Take drugs, stay high, do it high-key (Hey)
Said I would flip packs until I OD
But all these people f*ckin' hatin' finally like me
Molly had your bitch doin' backflips (Woah-oh)
Two percs, one xan, that's a hat-trick (Woah)
This the butterfly effect, one foot on their necks
Got the other full-force on the gas, bitch
[Chorus: Mitchel Cave]
Said she gettin' on the road, make a couple grand a show
But I really f*ckin' doubt it (Doubt it), yeah
Put your money where your mouth is
Lay it on the counter, rip it open, let me count it, yeah
I got your girlfriend on my right side
She's tryna joyride in the Audi, yeah
She said she love me, but I doubt it, yeah
You said you're poppin', boy, I doubt it

[Post-Chorus: Mitchel Cave & Christian Anthony]
Yeah, said you poppin', boy, I doubt it
Oh, no, yeah, yeah
Put the money where your mouth is
Yeah, yeah, put the money where your mouth is
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Christian Anthony] Seven nights, seven shows
Wake up at eleven with a bloody nose, yeah
That's so outrageous
I can hear the crowd, can you point me to where the stage is?
Way too high, I need to come back down
Text goes green when she's not around
But that's not my problem
Said she's into me, probably, but I doubt it, yeah
[Chorus: Mitchel Cave & Christian Anthony]
Said you're gettin' on the road, make a couple grand a show
But I really f*ckin' doubt it (Doubt it)
Yeah, put your money where your mouth is
Lay it on the counter, rip it open, let me count it, yeah
I got your girlfriend on my right side
She's tryna joyride in the Audi, yeah
She said she love me, but I doubt it, yeah
You say you're poppin', boy, I doubt it, uh

[Post-Chorus: Mitchel Cave & Christian Anthony]
Yeah, said you poppin', boy, I doubt it
Oh, no, yeah, yeah
Put the money where your mouth is
Yeah, yeah, put the money where your mouth is
Yeah, yeah, put the money where your mouth is

[Outro: Mitchel Cave & Christian Anthony]
Yeah, said you're gettin' on the road, make a couple grand a show
But I really f*ckin' doubt it (Doubt it)
Yeah, put your money where your mouth is
Lay it on the counter, rip it open, let me count it
I got your girlfriend on my right side
She's tryna joyride in the Audi, yeah
Said she love me, but I doubt it, yeah
You say you're poppin', boy, I doubt it
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