Cash Clay - Throwback Lyrics

Forty 'bout to blowback
Old ho, that's a throwback
All these hoes are old news, but I guess I know that
Pulled up in a Maybach
Moment like Kodak, and I got them big racks, got 'em all in my bag
Guess I can't control that, pop two I won't go back
Guess it wasn't that bad, now you lookin' so sad
Money all in my pants, let her pop a few Xans
Pop Percs 'til I can't stand
Then we face three grams
Then we make a film
Fall asleep, wake up and we do it all again
Get it in advance, then I set another trend
I don't have any friends, feel like Juice 'cause I'm in it 'til the end
Spit it 'til the record spin
Forty 'bout to blowback
Old ho, that's a throwback
All these hoes are old news, but I guess I know that
Pulled up in a Maybach
Moment like Kodak, and I got them big racks, got 'em all in my bag
Money mission, I stack
Only speakin' big facts
Only get big racks
Big strap in my bag
Leave you with some jet lag
You just commercial, I got private jet swag
Still got bitches in the back
With three bad bitches, all of em strapped
Last shit like damn he snapped, run up might catch a cap, but you won't catch what I'm throwin'
Bet your girl throw it back, and I'm off a bean
I don't need no nap, and it's been a trap
Forty 'bout to blowback
Old ho, that's a throwback
All these hoes are old news, but I guess I know that
Pulled up in a Maybach
Moment like Kodak, and I got them big racks, got 'em all in my bag
Pulled up in a Maybach
Moment like Kodak
And I got them big racks, got 'em all in my bag