Waterfall
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I like that
Yeah, yeah, okay
Swizz on the beat, so you know ain't no backin' now
When I fuck shawty, she know ain't no tappin' now
Niggas be cap', I don't know what they rap about
You pull up [?] ain't nothing we laugh about
Yeah, we want a dick, you get hit, that's a cumshot
Asking these questions, you make the block dumb hot
Homie a student, he go with the jumpshot
Whack-a-mole on your block, no we gon' pop out
These niggas wack, they be losers
Ask your bitch, had me stunt like MEDUZA
She sit you up, yeah, she April Fool, yeah
I ain't know none of that shit that I'm used to
I don't need sellers, but I'm all 'bout the green
I'm talking cold, but they know what I mean
And I ain't need nothing to sell for ice-cream
'Cause cash moves everything around me, ya dig!
I'm just tryna get it back, woah
Back, yeah, yeah
I'm just tryna get it back (tryna get it back)
Back (tryna get it back)
Back (tryna get it back), back, yeah
Drippin' in money, money
20s and 50s you put
Always spendin' them 100s, 100s
I'm just tryna get it back, back, back, back, yeah
Yeah, okay, I told my girl I might still be in love with her
She wasn't here and I think it's a dump with her
If that's your homie, you show them you fuck with them
If that's your brother, you fuck on some twins with him
My shit be straight out the box
I can't be basic, 100 socks
I cannot fly, bitch, sit here when I drop
Shawty, she cute but it's weird when she talk
I know I get lonely when I'm on a roll
But I cannot stay, I got places to go
I cannot be late, no, I came as a show
I gotta be great like I am J. Cole
I gotta be great, gotta make this shit timeless, nigga
You running out, now your time is ticking
BBS nigga my dime is different
Might fuck around and go die, my nigga, for real
I'm just tryna get it back, woah (for real, for real, for real)
Back (bitch), yeah, yeah
I'm just tryna get it back (tryna get it back)
Back (tryna get it back)
Back (tryna get it back), back, yeah
Drippin' in money, money
20s and 50s you put
Always spendin' them 100s, 100s
I'm just tryna get it back (tryna get it back)
Back (tryna get it back)
Back (tryna get it)
I like that
Yeah, yeah, okay
Swizz on the beat, so you know ain't no backin' now
When I fuck shawty, she know ain't no tappin' now
Niggas be cap', I don't know what they rap about
You pull up [?] ain't nothing we laugh about
Yeah, we want a dick, you get hit, that's a cumshot
Asking these questions, you make the block dumb hot
Homie a student, he go with the jumpshot
Whack-a-mole on your block, no we gon' pop out
These niggas wack, they be losers
Ask your bitch, had me stunt like MEDUZA
She sit you up, yeah, she April Fool, yeah
I ain't know none of that shit that I'm used to
I don't need sellers, but I'm all 'bout the green
I'm talking cold, but they know what I mean
And I ain't need nothing to sell for ice-cream
'Cause cash moves everything around me, ya dig!
I'm just tryna get it back, woah
Back, yeah, yeah
I'm just tryna get it back (tryna get it back)
Back (tryna get it back)
Back (tryna get it back), back, yeah
Drippin' in money, money
20s and 50s you put
Always spendin' them 100s, 100s
I'm just tryna get it back, back, back, back, yeah
Yeah, okay, I told my girl I might still be in love with her
She wasn't here and I think it's a dump with her
If that's your homie, you show them you fuck with them
If that's your brother, you fuck on some twins with him
My shit be straight out the box
I can't be basic, 100 socks
I cannot fly, bitch, sit here when I drop
Shawty, she cute but it's weird when she talk
I know I get lonely when I'm on a roll
But I cannot stay, I got places to go
I cannot be late, no, I came as a show
I gotta be great like I am J. Cole
I gotta be great, gotta make this shit timeless, nigga
You running out, now your time is ticking
BBS nigga my dime is different
Might fuck around and go die, my nigga, for real
I'm just tryna get it back, woah (for real, for real, for real)
Back (bitch), yeah, yeah
I'm just tryna get it back (tryna get it back)
Back (tryna get it back)
Back (tryna get it back), back, yeah
Drippin' in money, money
20s and 50s you put
Always spendin' them 100s, 100s
I'm just tryna get it back (tryna get it back)
Back (tryna get it back)
Back (tryna get it)
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Safford, Jordan Holt May, Stanley Flanders
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