Back It Up

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Mm, mm, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Money on go, so I'm spazzing on niggas, I been making hits since a jit, on my catalog
He pocket watching but know that he broke, so he asking for money, I told him to add it up
He in an eco, my nigga he switch it to sport in the Chrysler, I promise not fast enough
He talking shit, I can tell by his breathe and that nigga a bum, I just need him to back it up
He think he tough but he ain't, shut it down
Niggas they hate what I make, shut em out
I'll just go cop me an eighth, toking now
Roll up that boy in a pack, we smoke him now
Know I stay fly, if Lil Paula a plane then I think that the nigga is gon be a G6
Niggas they begging and hoping to do it like this, better pray cause' you gon need some Jesus

Know that I be coming through
Everything green, hundreds is blue
Why they on me, I don't know you
Money and bling, I don't owe you
They running my streams up cause I really pop while niggas they steady just rapping the same shit
If it ain't money you talking bout, don't wanna hear it cause we do not speak the same language
Paula come through and I'm shutting shit down like pandemics, I'm sick as bitch, need the vaccine
Everyone with it, they say that they gang, you was ducking, I peeped it, you hid in the backseat
Police show up and they asking me questions, I'm closing the door cause' I don't know what happened
You niggas ain't hustle like me cause I promise, this rap shit my life, nah this shit ain't a backend
I stay running shit, this ain't no track race
Niggas be tripping, best tie up your shoe lace
Go check the score cause' lil bitch I'm in first place
They know that I'm ruthless, I ain't got no mercy
Ain't cuffing no bitch that gon think that they better
I'm bringing the heat, it don't matter the weather
If that shits up then it floats like a feather
I'm turning shit on, I just flipped me a lever, uh

Money on go, so I'm spazzing on niggas, I been making hits since a jit, on my catalog
He pocket watching but know that he broke, so he asking for money, I told him to add it up
He in an eco, my nigga he switch it to sport in the Chrysler, I promise not fast enough
He talking shit, I can tell by his breathe and that nigga a bum, I just need him to back it up
He think he tough but he ain't, shut it down
Niggas they hate what I make, shut em out
I'll just go cop me an eighth, toking now
Roll up that boy in a pack, we smoke him now
Know I stay fly, if Lil Paula a plane then I think that the nigga is gon be a G6
Niggas they begging and hoping to do it like this, better pray cause' you gon need some Jesus



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Writer(s): Andrew Morgan
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