Letras
Yeah, for the one time
Yeah, I'm in the wild shit back in the 905, it's like '09 and shit
I had a 9 to 5 but nigga, 5 to 9, I did some wild shit
My pounds was itchin', I was in a war with
My competition tryna mount their shit
It was cutthroat, my bro was cuttin'
Class to go cut coke, tryna count some shit
Tryna count some shit
New accountant just to double count it
Full amount, I want the full amount
Dodge a jab and hit you with the counter
We gon' be rich 'cause bein' high and broke was always such a downer
Shit went missin' on ya, still thinkin' of me when
You finally found her, I left her like I found her
On my dick, oh my God, I'm gon' make that stack
Rick Ross, I got too much sauce
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
Lord knows
Dropped out, I had a crash course with life, fast now, fast forward
My life gorgeous
I had to drop courses for the dropped Porsche
Now my drive Porsche, even in a Uber, my drive rover
Aight, whatever
So what are you doin' back?