Make It Back

Rake in cash
Do the dash
Spend it all
Make it back

Triple back
Double stacks
In too deep
I might crash

223
I might spaz
Kill the game
That's my bad

In my bag
In my cash
Blow it all
Make it back

Make it back
Make a rack
Choppa in my bag
better get the fuck back
Bitch ass rapper
Don't play with my bag
Y'all just nag
Like you on the rag

Focus on the cash
Yall on me like a rash
She wanna fuck
Bitch I'll pass
Just want love
Don't want the sas
Fuck with my baby
She got some ass

Ya my baby world class
Y'all can't learn that
gotta earn that

Wonder why I don't fuck with y'all
Cause y'all lame
Yo girl round my neck
Like a brand new chain
They wonder why I pop up
And kill the game
Got a couple dollars in my pocket
we are not the same

Rake in cash
Do the dash
Spend it all
Make it back

Triple back
Double stacks
In too deep
I might crash

223
I might spaz
Kill the game
That's my bad

In my bag
In my cash
Blow it all
Make it back

I do what I want
Buy yeezys to flaunt
Hit yo bitch just to taunt
A king what you not

You ain't fucking with a amture
Hit you bitch grab the camera
Think I'm off the perc from the stamina
You just a bitch no man in ya

You a little boy still believe in santa
Mix addy with the Fanta
Hit her and dash like a phantom
Hold up grandma for ransom

Young tall and handsome
You start talking we cancel
Cut yo head off put it on my mantle
We lighting up like a candle
Look like a dad all in my flannel
No tv can't change the channel

Rake in cash
Do the dash
Spend it all
Make it back

Triple back
Double stacks
In too deep
I might crash

223
I might spaz
Kill the game
That's my bad

In my bag
In my cash
Blow it all
Make it back



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Dake
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