Rod Wave - Back Lit lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - Back Lit lyrics]
If you ain't tryna get no paper
Then stay the fuck from 'round me
Bought a brand new Bentley
Sent the pictures to the county
I don't want no friends, evidently
I just want the cash
I been shittin' on these niggas bad
Got these niggas mad
She want Prada
She want new Chanel, she ain't cheap
She want Louis V, she want Gallery
Van Cleef
What you know about it?
I ain't know about it 'til you told me
Spend that shit, know I spend that shit
You don't owe me
Look, and I been had my stripes
I've been thuggin' all my life
I've been hustlin' all my life
I've been druggin' all my life
I've been chasin' after that paper
Runnin' all my life
Runnin' all my life
Okay, I've been gettin'
Paid every way, tryna get it right
I just hit the stage forty days and forty nights
Tired for real, grindin' for real
They say his heart is broken
But his mind on them M's
Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay
Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay
Get out your feelings and get in your bag
Get out your feelings and get you a bag
Get out your feelings and go get the bag
Get out your feelings and
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Get out your feelings and get you a bag
Get out your feelings and run up a bag
Got out my feelings and got in my bag
Got in my
I'm back in my bag
Yeah, back in my bag
Uh, uh, back in my bag
Back in my back
Back in my bag
And nigga, I'm so for real
Nigga, this growth for real
I won't say I'm finally healed, but nigga
I'm tryna heal
I just pulled up on my nigga Jigga like
"Brother we them niggas for real"
I got fifty million for real
We come out the trenches for real
Fuck keepin' tabs on a bitch
Fuck how these niggas'll feel
Just jumped off the jet on the way
To the fight, we out here livin' for real
Thank God for my freedom and my life
Wish all my niggas was here
For my nigga TWeezie, I roll one twice
And I crack a seal
Okay
I've been gettin' paid
Every way, tryna get it right
I just hit the stage forty days and forty nights
Tired for real, grindin' for real
They say his heart is broken
But his mind on them M's
Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay
Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay
Get out your feelings and get in your bag
Get out your feelings and get you a bag
Get out your feelings and go get a bag
Get out your feelings and
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Get out your feelings and get you a bag
Get out your feelings and run up a bag
Got out my feelings and got in my bag
Got in my
I'm back in my bag
Then stay the fuck from 'round me
Bought a brand new Bentley
Sent the pictures to the county
I don't want no friends, evidently
I just want the cash
I been shittin' on these niggas bad
Got these niggas mad
She want Prada
She want new Chanel, she ain't cheap
She want Louis V, she want Gallery
Van Cleef
What you know about it?
I ain't know about it 'til you told me
Spend that shit, know I spend that shit
You don't owe me
Look, and I been had my stripes
I've been thuggin' all my life
I've been hustlin' all my life
I've been druggin' all my life
I've been chasin' after that paper
Runnin' all my life
Runnin' all my life
Okay, I've been gettin'
Paid every way, tryna get it right
I just hit the stage forty days and forty nights
Tired for real, grindin' for real
They say his heart is broken
But his mind on them M's
Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay
Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay
Get out your feelings and get in your bag
Get out your feelings and get you a bag
Get out your feelings and go get the bag
Get out your feelings and
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Get out your feelings and get you a bag
Get out your feelings and run up a bag
Got out my feelings and got in my bag
Got in my
I'm back in my bag
Yeah, back in my bag
Uh, uh, back in my bag
Back in my back
Back in my bag
And nigga, I'm so for real
Nigga, this growth for real
I won't say I'm finally healed, but nigga
I'm tryna heal
I just pulled up on my nigga Jigga like
"Brother we them niggas for real"
I got fifty million for real
We come out the trenches for real
Fuck keepin' tabs on a bitch
Fuck how these niggas'll feel
Just jumped off the jet on the way
To the fight, we out here livin' for real
Thank God for my freedom and my life
Wish all my niggas was here
For my nigga TWeezie, I roll one twice
And I crack a seal
Okay
I've been gettin' paid
Every way, tryna get it right
I just hit the stage forty days and forty nights
Tired for real, grindin' for real
They say his heart is broken
But his mind on them M's
Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay
Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay
Get out your feelings and get in your bag
Get out your feelings and get you a bag
Get out your feelings and go get a bag
Get out your feelings and
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Get out your feelings and get you a bag
Get out your feelings and run up a bag
Got out my feelings and got in my bag
Got in my
I'm back in my bag