BACK ON ROAD

Back on road, I'm tryna get that money on go (Go)
Pour a four, I'm tryna go and get some more
At the show, open that shit up like a door
Walkin' up in the mall, only got one call (Call)
On the low, with the flow, I'm back on road
Get the money, fast, fast, ain't no slow (Fast)
Rackin' up to the top, yeah
Fuckin' that bitch on a yacht (Yeah)
Stuck in the house, no clock, yeah
Doin' that shit nonstop (Nonstop)

I-65, 95, back on road
Gettin' that money, no fold
Gotta stick with my dawgs, we go (Go)
Rackin' up money so fast that I can't even count it no more (No more)
Honor role, honor role, honor role (Role)
Sike bitch, I don't give a fuck 'bout school (Nah)
Pull up, go, pull up, go, pull up, go (Yeah)
I can never mess with your ass, you ain't got no flow (No flow)
Real talk, you just gotta go (Go, go)
Ice on my neck and my wrist then I pull up in goddamn coupe in that bitch (Bitch)
Gettin' that money, that money on me, it's growin' like a motherfuckin' hit (Yeah)
Boutta start some shit, boutta get real lit (Real lit)
If the function lame, I'ma bounce like kick
Back on road, back on road, back on road
Comin' up, that's for sure, we on go (Go, go)
Back on road, back on road, back on road (Ayy)
Comin' up, that's for sure, we on go

Look, I was down bad, lawyer fees had me broke as fuck (Damn)
I got back on the road, secured the pack and ran my money up (Money)
Plus I beat my case, I'm not gon' lie, I almost did the race (Free Tay-K)
I was screamin' fuck the jakes and fuck the opps, this chop' gon' Harlem Shake
Whole gang strapped with poles, you movin' grams, we pushin' stupid weights (Yeah)
I can't drop this bag up off my skate 'cause my scale gon' break (Bitch)
Damn, my phone be thumpin', servin' custo's, I swear I'm road runnin' (Meep, meep)
Feds ain't stoppin' nothin', raid the crib, but my trap spot still jumpin' (Jumpin')
Ayy, yeah, bitch, my trap still jumpin'
I can beat your ass out, wet you up, or I call my cousin
That lil nigga bustin', if I ask him, he gon' slap the drum in (Rraw, rraw)
It ain't no discussion, disrespect us, best believe we dumpin'
We make momma's cry, that ain't no lie, her son got suit and tied (Bitch)
All because the zip he took was mine and he threw off my grind (Damn)
Before you step into this life of crime, the thought should cross your mind (What)
That you don't always win every time that you roll the dice

I lit the fuse, I'ma let it explode (Ayy)
Me and all the bros, yeah, we back on road (Back on road)
Full clip, and I'm boutta let it go (Boutta let it go)
No, I ain't ever gonna trust a ho (I can't trust no ho)
I be standin' tall, I ain't ever gonna back down (Ayy)
Shorty want the dick, I'm about to blow her back out (Ayy)
Got me on the ropes but I'm never gonna tap out (Nah)
Breezy up on cloud nine, chillin' in the trap house (You know it, ayy)
Get the check, now I'm boutta go and cash out (Bling)
I be gettin' faded 'til I'm boutta black out (Ayy)
Ayy, pull up to your block through the back route (Pull up, pull up)
I be rollin', rollin', rollin' like a shopping cart
Pull up to the spot, I got next like it's MyPark
Why you tryna hate, why you always tryna act hard
Got the courage, I'ma make it so I'm boutta get far
I be ballin', David Johnson like a five-star

Back on road, I'm tryna get that money on go (Go)
Pour a four, I'm tryna go and get some more
At the show, open that shit up like a door
Walkin' up in the mall, only got one call (Call)