Back End
Man I ain't worried bout that lil money
I'll get it on the back end
Yeah we back in
know you heard bout us
You a dick rider
In the air
Like some hang gliders
Designer down with some Gucci sliders
Married to the money
That paper got us
All hunnids no twenties
Up five mil bitch run it
No deal still independent
Owe me money gone head and send it
Don't hit my line I ain't lending'
Investing I ain't just spending'
I pray more cause I'm still sinnin'
Devil mad cause we stay winnin'
Haters mad cause we still in it
Living fast bout a mile a minute
Old school burnt out
Peeled off with the tires spinnin'
Niggas mad cause they hoes grinnin'
Start shit leave some holes in it
Big four door with my whoas in it
Slidin' slow with the glass tinted
Popped up on em been a minute
Been on the grind just tryna get it
Let the diamonds shine
When the lights hit it
Her booty fake
But I'll still hit it
I'm livin' good out in Hollywood
On Rosecrans dippin' thru the hood
From Compton
On up to Inglewood
Smokin' strong
That's that Cali good
Extendos in some backwoods
Niggas talkin shit behind my back
Talkin this and that
Fell out with some of my patnas
It is what it is
Keep rockin'
Do a show hit the radio
I ain't got time
To be stoppin'
Gotta keep grindin'
Keep droppin'
They ear hustlin'
Eaves droppin'
Clout chasin'
Clique hoppin'
Hit the floor
Cause I'm moppin'
Dippin down in they pockets
I'm takin' off like a hot rocket
In outer space
Tryna save face
Leave star dust
No time to waste
Got the Nitro
Cause they tryna chase
I'm the big ace
I done won the race
No quarter mile
Bring the brief case
Man I ain't worried bout that lil money
I'll get it on the back end
Yeah we back in
know you heard bout us
You a dick rider
In the air
Like some hang gliders
Designer down with some Gucci sliders
Married to the money
That paper got us
All hunnids no twenties
Up five mil bitch run it
No deal still independent
Owe me money gone head and send it
Don't hit my line I ain't lending'
Investing I ain't just spending'
I pray more cause I'm still sinnin'
Devil mad cause we stay winnin'
Haters mad cause we still in it
Living fast bout a mile a minute
Man I ain't worried bout that lil money
I'll get it on the back end
I can get it on the back end
I can get it on the back end
I'll get it on the back end
Yeah we back in
know you heard bout us
You a dick rider
In the air
Like some hang gliders
Designer down with some Gucci sliders
Married to the money
That paper got us
All hunnids no twenties
Up five mil bitch run it
No deal still independent
Owe me money gone head and send it
Don't hit my line I ain't lending'
Investing I ain't just spending'
I pray more cause I'm still sinnin'
Devil mad cause we stay winnin'
Haters mad cause we still in it
Living fast bout a mile a minute
Old school burnt out
Peeled off with the tires spinnin'
Niggas mad cause they hoes grinnin'
Start shit leave some holes in it
Big four door with my whoas in it
Slidin' slow with the glass tinted
Popped up on em been a minute
Been on the grind just tryna get it
Let the diamonds shine
When the lights hit it
Her booty fake
But I'll still hit it
I'm livin' good out in Hollywood
On Rosecrans dippin' thru the hood
From Compton
On up to Inglewood
Smokin' strong
That's that Cali good
Extendos in some backwoods
Niggas talkin shit behind my back
Talkin this and that
Fell out with some of my patnas
It is what it is
Keep rockin'
Do a show hit the radio
I ain't got time
To be stoppin'
Gotta keep grindin'
Keep droppin'
They ear hustlin'
Eaves droppin'
Clout chasin'
Clique hoppin'
Hit the floor
Cause I'm moppin'
Dippin down in they pockets
I'm takin' off like a hot rocket
In outer space
Tryna save face
Leave star dust
No time to waste
Got the Nitro
Cause they tryna chase
I'm the big ace
I done won the race
No quarter mile
Bring the brief case
Man I ain't worried bout that lil money
I'll get it on the back end
Yeah we back in
know you heard bout us
You a dick rider
In the air
Like some hang gliders
Designer down with some Gucci sliders
Married to the money
That paper got us
All hunnids no twenties
Up five mil bitch run it
No deal still independent
Owe me money gone head and send it
Don't hit my line I ain't lending'
Investing I ain't just spending'
I pray more cause I'm still sinnin'
Devil mad cause we stay winnin'
Haters mad cause we still in it
Living fast bout a mile a minute
Man I ain't worried bout that lil money
I'll get it on the back end
I can get it on the back end
I can get it on the back end
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Writer(s): Nicholus Travez Thomas, Tyree La Quan Elliott
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