Back End

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