Back 2 Back

Rolling grams out the bag
And its nothing less than that
Im talking back to back
Back to back
She gone fuck me on sight
And she won't lead me through the night
Im talking back to back
Back to back
She want money and your soul
But Im not having that
When you gone make me your own
Wont you stop asking that
Relieve my stress and stuff his cone
Im talking Back to Back
Hey back to back
Back to back

In my sheets we made a mess
Im rolling up while she gets dressed
The thoughts of last night
Ohh yes
But im no caption
Who's next
And all I need is new sex
I cut you off if I start liking you
Dont ask me why
Cuz I can't plan on wifing you
Just fuck me good and on occasions
Keep me company
I don't hold nothing personal
Theres way more that just one of me
To her
And she gone fuck that nigga if she
Want to
We was going back to back
She act like she don't know you
Weekends out in Vegas
I know everything you go through
Skylight at the aria
We flex like we supposed to
Feed her food at wolf gang
The type a bread we blow through
And you aint seen shit yet
I got some shit to show you

Rolling grams out the bag
And its nothing less than that
Im talking back to back
Back to back
She gone fuck me on sight
And she won't lead me through the
Night
Im talking back to back
Back to back
She want money and your soul
But Im not having that
When you gone make me your own
Wont you stop asking that
Relieve my stress and stuff his cone
Im talking Back to Back
Hey back to back
Back to back

I told her girl turn me on
Play me through your speakers
She said u aunt into games
Well I don't like them either
I hit it from the front
Back to back
Then I hit it from the back
Because she asked me for that
I told her girl pull up your pants
You know crack is wack
Naw my name aint drake
I hit it back to back
Aye look
All I really need is my proceeds
Roll another jay of tat dope weed
That championship like a trophy
Get the fuck from me if you act fony
Hit that weed then I dab
Fuck a bitch yeah she bad
I aint worried bout a bitch
Im just trying get rich
For this money
Im loquacious
Got to get it
Im so anxious
Some gone love it
Some gone hate it
You don't like my song don't play it
Fuck em

Rolling grams out the bag
And its nothing less than that
Im talking back to back
Back to back
She gone fuck me on sight
And she won't lead me through the night
Im talking back to back
Back to back
She want money and your soul
But Im not having that
When you gone make me your own
Wont you stop asking that
Relieve my stress and stuff his cone
Im talking Back to Back
Ayee
Back to back
Back to back



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Writer(s): Jonathan Christian Gibbs
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