Man, I ain't worried 'bout that lil' money
I'll get it on the back end, yeah, we back in
Know you heard 'bout us, you a dick rider
In the air like some hang gliders
Designer'd down with some Gucci sliders
Married to the money, that paper got us
All hunnids, no twenties
Up five mil', bitch, run it
No deal, still independent
Owe me money, go 'head, send it
Don't hit my line, I ain't lendin'
Investin', I ain't just spendin'
I pray more 'cause I'm still sinnin'
Devil mad 'cause we stay winnin'
Haters mad 'cause we still in it
Livin' fast 'bout a mile a minute
Old school, burnt out
Peeled off with the tires spinnin'
Niggas mad 'cause they hoes grinnin'
Start shit, leave some holes in it
Big four-door with my woes in it
Slidin' slow with the glass tinted
Popped up on 'em, been a minute
Been on the grind just tryna get it
Let the diamonds shine when the lights hit it
Her booty fake, but I'll still hit it
I'm livin' good out in Hollywood
On Rosecrans dippin' through the hood
From Compton on up to Inglewood
Smokin' strong, that's that Cali good
Extendos in some Backwoods
Niggas talkin' shit behind my back
Talkin' this and that
Fell out with some of my partners
It is what it is, gotta keep rockin'
Do a show, hit the radio
I ain't got time to be stoppin'
Gotta keep grindin', keep droppin'
They ear hustlin', eavesdroppin'
Clout chasin', clique hoppin'
Hit the floor 'cause I'm moppin'
Dippin' down in they pockets
I'm takin' off like a hot rocket
In outer space tryna save face
Leave stardust, no time to waste
Got the nitro 'cause they tryna chase
I'm the big ace, I done won the race
No quarter mile, bring the briefcase
Man, I ain't worried 'bout that lil' money
I'll get it on the back end, yeah, we back in
Know you heard 'bout us, you a dick rider
In the air like some hang gliders
Designer'd down with some Gucci sliders
Married to the money, that paper got us
All hunnids, no twenties
Up five mil', bitch, run it
No deal, still independent
Owe me money, go 'head, send it
Don't hit my line, I ain't lendin'
Investin', I ain't just spendin'
I pray more 'cause I'm still sinnin'
Devil mad 'cause we stay winnin'
Haters mad 'cause we still in it
(Livin' fast 'bout a mile a minute)
Man, I ain't worried bout that lil' money
I'll get it on the back end
(I can get it on the back end)
(I can get it on the back end)
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Man, I ain't worried 'bout that lil' money
I'll get it on the back end, yeah, we back in
Know you heard 'bout us, you a dick rider
In the air like some hang gliders
Designer'd down with some Gucci sliders
Married to the money, that paper got us
All hunnids, no twenties
Up five mil', bitch, run it
No deal, still independent
Owe me money, go 'head, send it
Don't hit my line, I ain't lendin'
Investin', I ain't just spendin'
I pray more 'cause I'm still sinnin'
Devil mad 'cause we stay winnin'
Haters mad 'cause we still in it
Livin' fast 'bout a mile a minute
Old school, burnt out
Peeled off with the tires spinnin'
Niggas mad 'cause they hoes grinnin'
Start shit, leave some holes in it
Big four-door with my woes in it
Slidin' slow with the glass tinted
Popped up on 'em, been a minute
Been on the grind just tryna get it
Let the diamonds shine when the lights hit it
Her booty fake, but I'll still hit it
I'm livin' good out in Hollywood
On Rosecrans dippin' through the hood
From Compton on up to Inglewood
Smokin' strong, that's that Cali good
Extendos in some Backwoods
Niggas talkin' shit behind my back
Talkin' this and that
Fell out with some of my partners
It is what it is, gotta keep rockin'
Do a show, hit the radio
I ain't got time to be stoppin'
Gotta keep grindin', keep droppin'
They ear hustlin', eavesdroppin'
Clout chasin', clique hoppin'
Hit the floor 'cause I'm moppin'
Dippin' down in they pockets
I'm takin' off like a hot rocket
In outer space tryna save face
Leave stardust, no time to waste
Got the nitro 'cause they tryna chase
I'm the big ace, I done won the race
No quarter mile, bring the briefcase
Man, I ain't worried 'bout that lil' money
I'll get it on the back end, yeah, we back in
Know you heard 'bout us, you a dick rider
In the air like some hang gliders
Designer'd down with some Gucci sliders
Married to the money, that paper got us
All hunnids, no twenties
Up five mil', bitch, run it
No deal, still independent
Owe me money, go 'head, send it
Don't hit my line, I ain't lendin'
Investin', I ain't just spendin'
I pray more 'cause I'm still sinnin'
Devil mad 'cause we stay winnin'
Haters mad 'cause we still in it
(Livin' fast 'bout a mile a minute)
Man, I ain't worried bout that lil' money
I'll get it on the back end
(I can get it on the back end)
(I can get it on the back end)
I'll get it on the back end, yeah, we back in
Know you heard 'bout us, you a dick rider
In the air like some hang gliders
Designer'd down with some Gucci sliders
Married to the money, that paper got us
All hunnids, no twenties
Up five mil', bitch, run it
No deal, still independent
Owe me money, go 'head, send it
Don't hit my line, I ain't lendin'
Investin', I ain't just spendin'
I pray more 'cause I'm still sinnin'
Devil mad 'cause we stay winnin'
Haters mad 'cause we still in it
Livin' fast 'bout a mile a minute
Old school, burnt out
Peeled off with the tires spinnin'
Niggas mad 'cause they hoes grinnin'
Start shit, leave some holes in it
Big four-door with my woes in it
Slidin' slow with the glass tinted
Popped up on 'em, been a minute
Been on the grind just tryna get it
Let the diamonds shine when the lights hit it
Her booty fake, but I'll still hit it
I'm livin' good out in Hollywood
On Rosecrans dippin' through the hood
From Compton on up to Inglewood
Smokin' strong, that's that Cali good
Extendos in some Backwoods
Niggas talkin' shit behind my back
Talkin' this and that
Fell out with some of my partners
It is what it is, gotta keep rockin'
Do a show, hit the radio
I ain't got time to be stoppin'
Gotta keep grindin', keep droppin'
They ear hustlin', eavesdroppin'
Clout chasin', clique hoppin'
Hit the floor 'cause I'm moppin'
Dippin' down in they pockets
I'm takin' off like a hot rocket
In outer space tryna save face
Leave stardust, no time to waste
Got the nitro 'cause they tryna chase
I'm the big ace, I done won the race
No quarter mile, bring the briefcase
Man, I ain't worried 'bout that lil' money
I'll get it on the back end, yeah, we back in
Know you heard 'bout us, you a dick rider
In the air like some hang gliders
Designer'd down with some Gucci sliders
Married to the money, that paper got us
All hunnids, no twenties
Up five mil', bitch, run it
No deal, still independent
Owe me money, go 'head, send it
Don't hit my line, I ain't lendin'
Investin', I ain't just spendin'
I pray more 'cause I'm still sinnin'
Devil mad 'cause we stay winnin'
Haters mad 'cause we still in it
(Livin' fast 'bout a mile a minute)
Man, I ain't worried bout that lil' money
I'll get it on the back end
(I can get it on the back end)
(I can get it on the back end)
Writer: Nicholus Thomas
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Copyright: Lyrics © Thug Soul Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC