Back Then

My guys getting to the bag we getting rolls
Niggas hating tryna see just what we on
Plotting on my pockets shorty never loved me
Had to dub her tell that hoe to carry on

You not flexing boy you not in the discussion
We getting money over here y'all over there
Drip exclusive when I pull up to the function
Smoking cookies you can smell it in the air
I speak money, different language you can't understand
Now I pull up to the scene and they know who I am
And the girls who played me, now they see that I'm the man
I got confidence the haters say it's arrogance

I had to curve her cuz that bitch ain't ever love me
I heard them words she told her friends that I was ugly
But oh for sure she see that I been getting money aye
So of course she back on me saying she love me aye
Tho I don't want her ima keep her on the low tho
Might pass her off to my bro feel like Tony Romo
Touch down with the pack that's for sure tho
Smoking gas in the crowd they reacting goin loco like let's go hoe

Now my brothers counting money in a Rove how we roll
Now its sunny remember we was in the cold in the snow
Now these thotties tryna blow me like an old stereo
I get money gotta flip it like a stunt aerial
Where yo bag at?
Get straight to the cash ima grind ima lab rat
Ain't no going back only forward can't relapse that
Count checks I need cash-back
Fly just like I'm Aflac
That chick had a past she was fiending for the cash

I cant tell you how much I be making cash in a month
Stunt so much to support my habits put down ashing the blunts
Too many hoes want me pick them up but I ain't tryna handle so much
Sippin on my cup til shit move slow
And if she pass me that button ima smash that
Pictures ima paint on her face look so abstract
Give me crazy brain go insane ima grab that
But first let me go grab cash
Stuff bands up in a mattress
For the fumes I need a hazmat
Hear the tunes and she gon dash back

Fuck what they saying if they hating on a nigga, yeah
Why the fuck they waiting on they chance just to be bitter yeah
I'm chasing after dreams ain't nothing stopping me
I wanna be way too frosty icy like a hockey team

When will you come around
You aren't supposed to be around



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Saunders Jr.
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