文本歌词

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