Peezy - Back End lyrics

Uh, yea ay

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 yea