Baxkwoods N Money

[Intro]
Chyeah, chyeah
Oh, oh, oh
Bitch, nah, for real
Chyeah, chyeah, woah

[Chorus]
Bitch, it's more than ten racks on my luggage
Racks on my budget, I got racks on my budget
Backwoods and money, yeah, yeah, backwoods and money
Yeah, I got backwoods and money, uh, oh

[Verse]
I had to do this shit for my brothers, who the fuck gon' do it
I had to fuck this ho, she nervous, tryna talk all through it, chyeah
I caught you before you backdoored with me, I'm not stupid
I had to learn about my deals, pussy, I can't be clueless
Fronting up all these pills and I don't serve no goofies
And ho, my diamonds all real, please don't be stupid
Fiends hit my phone asking where the juice at, they asking where the juice at
Woah, what's your vibe like? What's your ride like?
What's that whip, talking 'bout, what's your ride like?
Living a high life, I get fly like
Um, two designer packs, woah, this shit sell like crack, woah
I fly to my hoes, bring me to more bandses
I'm not keeping you close, I told you stop with all that tripping
I got Tom Ford on my goddamn lenses
I'm still keeping a pole for that goddamn sentence
You already know how it go, bitch, we not playing chicken
Off this thirty, bitch, I can't even feel it
Off this thirty, bitch, I can't even feel it
Ha, turnt up, turnt up to the limit
Ha, when life give you lemon, baby, make lemonade
Bitch, my fucking standard mag hold twenty
Chyeah, I'm a real D boy, I still get it in and flip it

[Chorus]
Bitch, it's more than ten racks on my luggage
Racks on my budget, I got racks on my budget
Backwoods and money, yeah, yeah, backwoods and money
Yeah, I got backwoods and money, uh, oh

[Outro]
I got backwoods and money, uh
I got backwoods and money, oh