Back End

Uh Yea Aye 20 thousand dollars for this icelink, 30 thousand for the plain Rolex 20 thousand dollars in my right pocket Sippin' codeine I don't drink moet, 35 hunnit for my outfit Wear da shit once and I don't go back Been ballin' and I'm still ballin' nigga I ain't never gotta post a throwback We do hellcats not the scatpacks Hunnit thousand in the Louie backpack Hustlers don't sleep we take catnaps She gonna fuck me for the cheese that's a rat trap All these niggas talk about is guns and how dey drill shit I be on that money shit tryna get a mill shit Tryna ride Bentleys wit the mansion on a hill shit Pussy boy when I ain't have no money I was still rich Killed the parking lot somebody call the paramedic I'm passin' out cheese tell that hoe don't miss her blessin' These niggas crazy I don't think they get the message When is he gone ever fall off nigga never Niggas stalk my Instagram page and be mad I'm rich Seen my number in his bitch phone and he had a fit I can turn a 4 to 6 ounces that's a magic trick Prolly can't relate to me if you ain't never had a brick Motivate the ghetto give the real niggas hope 'Bout that money it's whatever all the real niggas know We can get whatever, if we stick together, get ya shit together You don't like me I feel the same bitch let's kill each other Ride thru the hood lowkey in some exotic shit Five years ago I had the crib on metropolitan Gotta serve these niggas 3rd person dey be hot as shit Only thing these rap niggas did was suck alotta dick When you level-up you gotta move different I be over niggas heads I gotta school niggas I just cooked a half a chicken give me two minutes Let it dry cause if you bag it while it's wet it'll lose nigga All I got is money on my schedule baby All my bitches bad I ain't regular baby V12 on a Benz this ain't a regular Mercedes Shit what else did you expect boy I came from the 80's It's time to boss up, I don't hear these niggas tell em talk up Bitches know it's money in da room when I walk Ain't no more lean in the city we drunk it all up When you see me wit dem coffee cups it ain't Starbucks Da bag came in now we break dancin Boy dats why the watch jittin and the chain dancing 4 or 5 different drugs in the same cabinet Don't compare me to these niggas cause they ain't havin When you see us in the club know them heaters in the place I can still count a dub wit a sheet up on my face Hit my line for dem bo's we da cheapest in da state All these niggas jealous of me I can see it in dey face I just pulled up to the show to get the back end I just popped a Percocet I feel like Batman I just hit yo main bitch and her bestfriend I got five hunnit bitch give me a lap dance I been all over the world bitch I'm tapped in Show you how to chop a brick I'm like Jack Chan I just paid a thousand dollars for some black pants Got the up most respect for dem crackheads, nigga Uhh, let the beat ride out Dave Yeah (david, peezy)