Ca$h Tre - Back End

Pour out my soul when I hop on the track
He disrespect me, we getting him whacked
Money all on me, that shit like a tat
They hear the song and they running it back
Bro got a whip, he don't stick in the key
Drew some shit up, made it look like a breeze
I keep a check, boy just check out the feet
She want a check, but don't tend to my needs
If I get a backend, I'ma spend it on strong, aye
Don't care if they taxin', we be putting shit on, aye
Don't even eat steak, but I ordered mignon
We send him off like a sweepstake, make one call and he gone
Aye
Burberry sweater no matter the weather
Just like a staple, got my shit together
Sent me a text and she just got a letter
You riding the wave, so you tell me who better
I'm fly as a plane, go get you some propellers
On my grind every day, fell in love with the teller
Want a Jhene, you can keep all the Heathers
She can still be my bae, but won't be on my header
I hit the weed then I levitate
I been the G.O.A.T, set the record straight
They keep on playing with me, get the yellow tape
Float like Muhammad Ali, you a featherweight
I just been fucking the game up, I'm hitting the core
Niggas been taking it serious, I do this shit when I'm bored
My dawgy gon' get it out of the street and that shit is for sure
Momma need Gucci or that new Dior
Upgrade from all of that Juicy Couture
If I go up, then nobody gon' be poor
Play with my bread, we gon' kick in a door
I got the style that these bitches adore
Stand in the motor, we making it roar
That nigga my son, tell that boy do his chores
Pour out my soul when I hop on the track
He disrespect me, we getting him whacked
Money all on me, that shit like a tat
They hear the song and they running it back
Bro got a whip, he don't stick in the key
Drew some shit up, made it look like a breeze
I keep a check, boy just check out the feet
She want a check, but don't tend to my needs
If I get a backend, I'ma spend it on strong, aye
Don't care if they taxin', we be putting shit on, aye
Don't even eat steak, but I ordered mignon
We send him off like a sweepstake, make one call and he gone
I hit the dodie, then I get to rolling, I'm gone
Ain't seen this before
My chain is a goldie, worth more than yo homie, on God
I know I was chose
Your bitch on her knees and I'm on my toes
I'm playing with keys, I just got a load
Get out of the hood in a Chevy, come back in a Rolls
I swear that's the goal
We treat the stu' like a trap, we been cooking that crack
I ain't been the type to floss, so the only thing left is I get me that plaque
I call up Papi, he play with nobody, I know that he keeping his strap
These niggas chasing my spot, I've been knocking 'em off, you should cut me some slack
I've been acting like a fool in my city
Take a look at the jewels, they so pretty
I want all of the blues, not no fifties
Ain't no one in your crew fucking with me
Shawty think I'm a check, need to check her eyes
I don't want the pussy if it's with a price
Got my foot on the gas, I ain't being nice
Kill 'em folks with the drench, put ya boy in rice
Lemme tell em
Pour out my soul when I hop on the track
He disrespect me, we getting him whacked
Money all on me, that shit like a tat
They hear the song and they running it back
Bro got a whip, he don't stick in the key
Drew some shit up, made it look like a breeze
I keep a check, boy just check out the feet
She want a check, but don't tend to my needs
If I get a backend, I'ma spend it on strong, aye
Don't care if they taxin', we be putting shit on, aye
Don't even eat steak, but I ordered mignon
We send him off like a sweepstake, make one call and he gone

Written by:
Tre' Thompson

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