In The Backyard - Acoustic
Gotta pretty little frame
Gotta thank God
You Like spending money
On the card
You like to play hard
Where you from
With all that ass
In the Backyard
Puttin all them numbers
On the charts
You a all Star
I see you got a lil game
But don't mac hard
Throwing cash
You baddest broad
On the boulevard
Where you from
With all that ass
In the Backyard
Puttin all them numbers
On the charts
You a all Star
You know you too pretty
To be played with
Mess around & turn into
My favorite
You know what I like
Can't do no basics
Ballin on these nigga
Calvin Cambridge
You say yo ex ain't shit
Where you go with all that
Goodness gracious
Face it
You gone leave that nigga
That you came with
You anxious
Had so many shots
Can't even taste it
Wasted
I can't feel my face
But know the place lit
Rave shit
Bad one on my arm
Like a bracelet
Spaceship
Parked on the front lawn
Like I stay here
Playa
But I am not
From the Himalayas
Say, can I be the one
To make yo day up
Stay up
Got you out
Til early in the am
Damn
Kick em to the curb
Like Pam
She know she know
How to work
Her magic
Check it out
Like I'm inspector gadget
Gotta pretty little frame
Gotta thank God
You Like spending money
On the card
You like to play hard
Where you from
With all that ass
In the Backyard
Puttin all them numbers
On the charts
You a all Star
I see you got a lil game
But don't mac hard
Throwing cash
You baddest broad
On the boulevard
Where you from
With all that ass
In the Backyard
Puttin all them numbers
On the charts
You a all Star
You a all Star
Gotta thank God
You Like spending money
On the card
You like to play hard
Where you from
With all that ass
In the Backyard
Puttin all them numbers
On the charts
You a all Star
I see you got a lil game
But don't mac hard
Throwing cash
You baddest broad
On the boulevard
Where you from
With all that ass
In the Backyard
Puttin all them numbers
On the charts
You a all Star
You know you too pretty
To be played with
Mess around & turn into
My favorite
You know what I like
Can't do no basics
Ballin on these nigga
Calvin Cambridge
You say yo ex ain't shit
Where you go with all that
Goodness gracious
Face it
You gone leave that nigga
That you came with
You anxious
Had so many shots
Can't even taste it
Wasted
I can't feel my face
But know the place lit
Rave shit
Bad one on my arm
Like a bracelet
Spaceship
Parked on the front lawn
Like I stay here
Playa
But I am not
From the Himalayas
Say, can I be the one
To make yo day up
Stay up
Got you out
Til early in the am
Damn
Kick em to the curb
Like Pam
She know she know
How to work
Her magic
Check it out
Like I'm inspector gadget
Gotta pretty little frame
Gotta thank God
You Like spending money
On the card
You like to play hard
Where you from
With all that ass
In the Backyard
Puttin all them numbers
On the charts
You a all Star
I see you got a lil game
But don't mac hard
Throwing cash
You baddest broad
On the boulevard
Where you from
With all that ass
In the Backyard
Puttin all them numbers
On the charts
You a all Star
You a all Star
Credits
Writer(s): Brenton Smith, Jabari Rayford, Robert Gueringer
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