Backyard
Young Dolph, Gucci Mane
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Got so tough for a rainy day Got money stashed in my momma's backyard Got a bag of money hid away I Got it stashed in my momma's backyard A nigga play with my money he ain't here today The nigga dead in my momma backyard Can't forget the plays that I hid in the safe I got stashed in my momma's backyard Been a player with the pay yeah Started with a baby Trap going crazy do a 100 k a day yeah I'm a survivor, race car driver Im drinking on mollies mixed with tranquilizers I shoot at my rivals I race for your title I'm the African-American idol Your bitch on powder, a good dick rider She sucked it all night then cooked the eggs sunny-side up Been gambling 2 days, poker money done piled up Hold extended clips like the police allow us No I.O.U.s I don't f*ck with them vowels I'm sweatin backstage I'm in need of a towel Me and Lil Wayne been up 72 hours Remember how when I was broke I used to wish of a prowler My jewels so cold that my ring drew a crowd up I told her when she suck my dick to do the shit louder My mouth too foul and it need to get milder My verse is killing yours, imagination more wilder Deep dish rim I can fit in a child Pedophile dope, price is 14 5's And the dope so good it'll bring you some power 50 bags are OG I don't f*ck with the sour Got so tough for a rainy day Got money stashed in my momma's backyard Got a bag of money hid away I Got it stashed in my momma's backyard A nigga play with my money he ain't here today The nigga dead in my momma backyard Can't forget the plays that I hid in the safe I got stashed in my momma's backyard Been a player with the pay yeah Started with a baby Trap going crazy do a 100 k a day yeah My bitch bad, my money long My weed loud, my team strong I ain't rolling up unless it's strong My ice bright, Your bitch nice That's why I invited her to spend the night My Glock black and my coupe too I drive these bitches coocoo I ain't never ever ever love these hoes I just wanna smoke my weed and sell my dope Count six figures take care of my folk They say I leave a loud smell everywhere I go Nigga f*ck with Gucci I seeing my little nigga to cut off his leg Nigga snitch on daddy yo, you gots to get one in the head All of my niggas from the gutter I love to f*ck her but I don't love her All of my niggas tote big straps, too fresh We ain't got time for no tussles I put that on everything I love Rule number one nigga show no love My cuz was a crip, my plug was a blood Everything I got, I got it out the mud Got so tough for a rainy day Got money stashed in my momma's backyard Got a bag of money hid away I Got it stashed in my momma's backyard A nigga play with my money he ain't here today The nigga dead in my momma backyard Can't forget the plays that I hid in the safe I got stashed in my momma's backyard Been a player with the pay yeah Started with a baby Trap going crazy do a 100 k a day yeah
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Written by: RADRIC DAVIS, CARLTON MAYS
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