Mike Dimes, Joey Bada$$ - HATCHBACK lyrics

Zombie on the drack

I can get it gone in a blink (Stack money)
We could make a bun from the sink
(Trap money)
He could make a call if you tweet
(Black money)
I could make a ball when I speak (Rap money)

Brother used to hide a hunnid
Grams in the hatchback
Potna used to bust a couple
Scams off of Snapchat
Shawty tryna come up on the
Bands 'cause her ass fat
We don't give a fuck 'bout Uncle
Sam if you ask that
Nigga, where the cash at?

Put the money in the middle (Middle)
Boy, I just solved a riddle
For this pound cake (Haha)
Giggles, now I see niggas
Fiddle all around mе (Straight up)
He little, my head was on a swivеl (Swivel)
He was pushin' a rental
(A rental) , ain't it coincidental? (On God)
He ain't really talkin' money
Who he talkin' to?
Homie-hoppin' niggas need a pimp
They all some prostitutes (Hoe-ass nigga)
I can charge a band to get a
Glimpse of what I'm 'boutta do
('Boutta do, bitch)
Baby talkin' shit to every bitch
'bout what they oughta do (Pillow talk)
My nigga, I ain't trippin' off nothin'
My name is topic discussion
(Topic of discussion)
If I give them attention
They all would prolly start blushin' (Ha)
The pussy, power and hunnids
The only thing that I'm crushin' on
(Crushin' on) bona fide, stood on everything
That I stepped on, nigga

I can get it gone in a blink (Stack money)
We could make a bun from the sink
(Trap money)
He could make a call if you tweet
(Black money)
I could make a ball when I speak (Rap money)

Brother used to hide a hunnid
Grams in the hatchback
Potna used to bust a couple
Scams off of Snapchat
Shawty tryna come up on the
Bands 'cause her ass fat (Uh)
We don't give a fuck 'bout Uncle
Sam if you ask that (Badmon)
Nigga, where the cash at?

They couldn't see me comin' with binoculars
(yeah) even if they did, tell me
Who the fuck was stoppin' us? (Nobody)
The opps just keep poppin' up
(Uh) , cops tryna lock us up (yeah)
Went outside the picture, but it
Ain't no Diddy croppin' us, nigga
Sorry, officer (Uh) , I'm a hood philosopher
223s and the chopper open all the chakras up
The block is hotter than molten lava
Check your thermometers
These rats is synonymous to
Climates in Guatemala, bruh
Bet your bottom dollar your
Favorite rapper'll get devoured (yeah)
Sign his death certificate quick, like
"Sayonara" (yeah)
In fact, it's better if he quit and
Save himself a problem (yeah)
He ain't got a chance to solve 'em

Tell me, "Get him, " and he gone in a blink
(Stack money)
We could make a bun from the sink
(Trap money)
He could make a call if you tweet
(Black money)
I could make a ball when I speak (Rap money)

Brother used to hide a hunnid
Grams in the hatchback
Potna used to bust a couple
Scams off of Snapchat
Shawty tryna come up on the
Bands 'cause her ass fat
We don't give a fuck 'bout Uncle
Sam if you ask that
Nigga, where the cash at?