Back End - Rich Homie Quan 30 thousand for a jesus piece I put that on your head Freddy krueger don't scare me no more them boys will bite you in that bed Talk to god before I eat and end it off with a amen
I don't care how tired I get I'm a still run up them bands I'm a still count up my back end I'm a still do it for my fam Just because I got a lil' money that do not define the person I am I don't give a f**k about what the critics say I'm a stack it up for Them papers
I clocked in like I'm workin'
I ain't have to sell my soul it ain't worth it
Sold out sold out now I'm mad
We done sold out it's a hold out hold out on them bags We gon' roll' bout 1 something 4 of y'all 2 in the van
I don't care what that money do I'm blow this sh*t like a fan Rip to my ni**a shawty lo I'm still walking round feeling like the man Commissary goin' out on sunday gotta make sure I still got a plan Talk to my girl on monday on the phone with my hands in my pants Walking around with my hand on my ear cause I ain't heard a word that They saying Niggas talk about what they gon' do rubber bands still around that paper Overdue for some new music might as well put it out for my haters Niggas talkin' hard know they can't stop me I'm in that front yard with them Choppers I'll do whatever for my partner I hit the jewelry store with
30 thousand for a jesus piece I put that on your head Freddy krueger don't scare me no more them boys will bite you in that bed Talk to god before I eat and end it off with a amen
I don't care how tired I get I'm a still run up them bands I'm a still count up my back end I'm a still do it for my fam Just because I got a lil' money that do not define the person I am I don't give a f**k about what the critics say I'm a stack it up for Them papers I clocked in like I'm workin' I ain't have to sell my soul it ain't worth it Ni**a lurkin' cell phone no serivce
Tent on the car not working so I had to close them curtains
Pulled up in something they ain't never heard of
I ain't seen no caution tape but the whole scene I murdered
Lying to me I'm used to b**ches Watching out who I'm talking to cause a lot of niggas they Superstitious Dirty pots cause I used the dishes 40 glock keep it in my britches 50 shots of them big bullets that lil' ni**a might need stitches That big body I lean in it That drop top selling fiends in it And I ain't gotta wear a suit everyday to show a ni**a I mean business
With all this lean I need a kidney Why the lil' boy goin' so hard You tellin' on me you the real 12 You lame as hell like a soap opera
30 thousand for a jesus piece I put that on your head Freddy krueger don't scare me no more them boys will bite you in that bed Talk to god before I eat and end it off with a amen
I don't care how tired I get I'm a still run up them bands
I'm a still count up my back end I'm a still do it for my fam Just because I got a lil' money that do not define the person I am I don't give a f**k about what the critics say I'm a stack it up for Them papers I clocked in like I'm workin' I ain't have to sell my soul it ain't worth it
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30 thousand for a jesus piece I put that on your head Freddy krueger don't scare me no more them boys will bite you in that bed Talk to god before I eat and end it off with a amen