Back End - Peezy

Twenty thousand dollars for this ice link

Thirty thousand for the plain Rolex

Twenty thousand dollars in my right pocket

Sipping codeine, I don’t drink Moet

Thirty-five hundred for my outfit

Wear the shit once and I don’t go back

Been balling and I’m still balling, nigga

I ain’t never gotta post a throwback

We do Hellcats, not the scat packs

Hunnid thousand in the Louis backpack

Hustlers don’t sleep, we take cat naps

She goin' fuck me for the cheese, that’s a rat trap

All these niggas talk about is guns and how they drill shit

I be on that money shit, tryna get a mil shit

Tryna ride Bentley’s with the matching on the hill shit

Pussy boy, when I ain’t have no money I was still rich

Killed the parking lot, somebody call the paramedics

I’m passing out cheese, tell that hoe don’t miss her blessing

These niggas crazy, I don’t think they get the message

When is he goin' ever fall off?

Nigga never

Niggas stalk my Instagram page and be mad I’m rich

Seen my number in his bitch phone and he had a fit

I can turn four to six ounces, that’s a magic trick

Probably can’t relate to me if you ain’t never had a brick

Motivate the ghetto, give the real niggas hope

Bout that money, it’s whatever, all the real niggas know

We can get whatever if we stick together, get your shit together

You don’t like me?

I feel the same, bitch, let’s kill each other

Ride through the hood low key in some exotic shit

Five years ago I had the crib on metropolitan

Gotta serve these niggas third person, they be hot as shit

Only thing these rap niggas did was suck a lot of dick

When you level up you gotta move different

I be over niggas heads, I gotta school niggas

I just cooked a half a chicken, give me two minutes

Let it dry, cause if you bag it while it’s wet it’ll lose, nigga

All I got is money on my schedule, baby

All my bitches bad, I ain’t regular, baby

V-12 on the Benz, this ain’t a regular Mercedez

Shit, what else did you expect?

Boy, I came from the 80s

It’s time to boss up, I don’t hear these niggas, tell 'em talk up

Bitches know it’s money in the room when I walk up

Ain’t no more lean in the city, we drunk it all up

When you see me with them coffee cups, it ain’t Starbucks

The bag came in now we break dancing

Boy, this water watch jiggin' and the chain dancing

Four or five different drugs in the same cabinet

Don’t compare me to these niggas cause they ain’t havin'

When you see us in the club, know them heaters in the place

I can still count a dub with a sheet over my face

Hit my line for them bows, we the cheapest in the state

All these niggas jealous of me, I could see it in they face

I just pulled up to the show to get the back end

I just popped a Percocet, I feel like Batman

I just hit yo main bitch and her bestfriend

I got five hundred, bitch, give me a lap dance

I been all over the world, bitch, I’m tapped in

Show you how to chop a brick, I’m like Jack Chan

I just paid a thousand dollars for some black pants

Got the utmost respect for the crackheads, nigga

Uh, let the beat ride out, Dave

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