Back - Young Jeezy, Yo Gotti

Damn, that’s fifty here and fifty there

Get it in the attic, money in the air

That soda in that yola caught a fade, bitch

Clean it up with the same card we play spades with

The streets ain’t a game, you can’t renege (Nah)

Grown man shit, you can’t play, kids

You ever been to Hell?

Been off in that cell?

(Damn)

Two co-defendants, you better not tell (Nah)

Water in the vision bowl, yeah, you know the smell

Breakin' out the weight set, yeah, you know the scale

Even got our stamps on it, yeah, you know the brail (Ayy)

Feds put the dogs on it, smell it like it’s quail (Ooh)

Blowin' money fast, yeah, I lived to tell the tale (Tale)

They say that I’m irrelevant, there ain’t no way in Hell

They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (On my back)

Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (On my back)

Took a trip outta town, went and got 'em, brought 'em back

Mister El Chapo, underground, now I’m back (Yeah)

Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (Ask Sno)

Ask your ho, nigga, I got it on my back (Ask your ho)

Who want a load?

Nigga, I got 'em in the back (In the back)

We sell 'em whole and you can’t return 'em back (Let's go)

This money standin' tall, nigga, Yao Ming

Five tickets off a whole load of greens

Yeah, and I ain’t talkin' soul food

I just put a quarter mil' in an old school

Niggas talkin' brick talk, to me that’s old news (Old news)

Niggas braggin' on they plug, when they owe a dude (Pay up)

I don’t gotta tell (Tell)

Nigga, I’m in the lab (Kitchen)

I want twenty for a half, forty for a slab (Bricks)

And a ten for a quarter if you can do the math

Your bitch deepthroat, I call her lil' giraffe (Ugh)

And I’m a plug’s first pick if they had a draft

I put bricks in the Uber, used to be a cab (Yeah)

Long story short and the short story long (Story long)

I’ma get money, try to free 'em 'til they home ('Til they home)

Eight-figure nigga, boy, I came up sellin' zones

2020 Rolls truck, I set it on chrome (On chrome)

Bitch want a Chanel, she gon' hold the sack

He think I’m a pussy, he must be on crack

Shawty like that Rolls truck, I got 'em back to back

They tried to say I left the hood, when I got it on my back (Got it on my back)

Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (Ask Sno)

Ask your ho, nigga, I got it on my back (Ask your ho)

Who want a load?

Nigga, I got 'em in the back (In the back)

We sell 'em whole and you can’t return 'em back (Let's go)

They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (On my back)

Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (On my back)

Took a trip outta town, went and got 'em, brought 'em back

Mister El Chapo, underground, now I’m back (Yeah)

Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (Ask Sno)

Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (On my back)

Who want a load?

Nigga, I got 'em in the back (In the back)

Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (Yeah)

They say I left the hood but I got it on my back (On my back)

Mister El Chapo, underground, now I’m back (Yeah)