Huh, back to the wall I'm back to the money, I'm back to just playin' it cool I'm back of the Cullinan, back of the headrest blue, uh She backin' up onto me, she got her back in the tool
Need new shoes, I'm going back to school Keep her amused, I keep a bad lil' mood Way she moves, she keep her man confused Way she— ah, I'm 'bout to slap it in sport I make the car talk, Porsche barcode I'm goin' relentless, I'm Mr Percentage I'm on a guitar roll I pick up a drink anywhere I go like I'm on a bar crawl (Chyeah) It's like a sink anywhere I go the baddies on bath soap I nеver had one take it slow, you'd see thеm fastin' I was first to get it and go, that's why I'm lasting Suicide chains, I'm jumping that rope just like I'm Tarzan Must be suicide, coffin door on the Rolls man in a suit inside Swagger on suicide, I'm getting fresh to death better yet fresh to die I murdered down the Patek, first degree on the time I'm hangin' from VVS, diamonds went upside down Jetpack straight to the head, we goin' up right now (Baow) Basmati that's how the Cali' came in, I'm smokin' pilau Tattin' up all of my whips, I'm makin' 'em out
Huh, back to the wall I'm back to the money, I'm back to just playin' it cool I'm back of the Cullinan back of the headrest blue, (uh) She backin' up onto me she got her back in the tool
Ooh, somebody save me Too many sexy ladies Too many Benz-Mercedes Too many ways I'm paid I can't have one direction I'm at the bank like ZAYN (Grr) Walk with the fire like— uh (Grr) Walk with the fire like Kane I'm 'bout to walk my dame Want me to walk her down and I'm stayin on flame we still fuck in the rain I'm back, I'm back goin' crazy I'm back goin' fuckin' insane
Huh, back to the wall I'm back to the money, I'm back to just playin' it cool I'm back of the Cullinan, back of the headrest blue, uh She backin' up onto me, she got her back in the tool
I'm back to the money, I'm back to just playin' it cool I'm back to the money, I'm back to just playin' it cool Ziyawa [?], ziyawa [?] Welcome to 'South Ah'