CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Backend
(Ooh, B-Bighead on the beat)
Give a f**k bout' a friend
Yeah, all I want is the backend
Got too many hoes like a pimp
Yeah, I tell that b*t*h, "Count up the backend"
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm smokin' hemp
Yeah, Maserati with the tints
Yeah, all this b*t*h want is a glimpse
Of how a rich n***a live
I was off of the grid
Now I'm back hot like the [?], yeah
She swallowed me up like a brisk
Then I got up, and I jumped in the whip
All these blue hundreds, my safe is a crib
My diamonds they wet like a lake full of fish
I hit this hoе from the front, sound like I'm mixin' grits
Get thе f**k out my face you, not talkin' bout' nothin'
I just f**ked on a baddie
Yeah, shawty told me that she Russian
Yeah, my fabric is Japanese
Yeah, I be doin' this sh*t like its nothin'
Fell in love with the rackies
Yeah, I don't need no friends, f**k 'em
Give a f**k bout' a friend
Yeah, all I want is the backend
Got too many hoes like a pimp
Yeah, I tell that b*t*h, "Count up the backend"
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm smokin' hemp
Yeah, Maserati with the tints
Yeah, all this b*t*h want is a glimpse
Of how a rich n***a live (Yeah, yeah)
Alex McQueen on my b*t*h, I just spent this whole deal on a fit (Yeah, yeah)
Me and the money like Lilo And Stich
The Hellcat got stripes and it's matchin' the slits on the wrist (Skrrt)
She speak no English, I just blew her a kiss
I wonder if she know I really do hits
Yeah, we countin' racks in this b*t*h
Molly scene, b*t*h, eyes green like I'm [?] (Yeah)
In the back of the back got my feet up
Send her back, and you know I'ma be there (Send her back, and you know I'ma be there)
I'm sippin' Wock out the liter
I done got rich, I forgot how to read, yeah (I done got rich, I done got rich)
Hop out the Trackhawk, swervin'
Sixes on me in the mood that I'm perfect (Yeah, yeah)
N***as broke, pockets hurtin'
I done came up, that's for certain
Twenty racks just to open the curtains
Give a f**k bout' a friend
Yeah, all I want is the backend
Got too many hoes like a pimp
Yeah, I tell that b*t*h, "Count up the backend"
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm smokin' hemp
Yeah, Maserati with the tints
Yeah, all this b*t*h want is a glimpse
Of how a rich n***a live
Give a f**k bout' a friend
Yeah, all I want is the backend
Got too many hoes like a pimp
Yeah, I tell that b*t*h, "Count up the backend"
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm smokin' hemp
Yeah, Maserati with the tints
Yeah, all this b*t*h want is a glimpse
Of how a rich n***a live
I was off of the grid
Now I'm back hot like the [?], yeah
She swallowed me up like a brisk
Then I got up, and I jumped in the whip
All these blue hundreds, my safe is a crib
My diamonds they wet like a lake full of fish
I hit this hoе from the front, sound like I'm mixin' grits
Get thе f**k out my face you, not talkin' bout' nothin'
I just f**ked on a baddie
Yeah, shawty told me that she Russian
Yeah, my fabric is Japanese
Yeah, I be doin' this sh*t like its nothin'
Fell in love with the rackies
Yeah, I don't need no friends, f**k 'em
Give a f**k bout' a friend
Yeah, all I want is the backend
Got too many hoes like a pimp
Yeah, I tell that b*t*h, "Count up the backend"
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm smokin' hemp
Yeah, Maserati with the tints
Yeah, all this b*t*h want is a glimpse
Of how a rich n***a live (Yeah, yeah)
Alex McQueen on my b*t*h, I just spent this whole deal on a fit (Yeah, yeah)
Me and the money like Lilo And Stich
The Hellcat got stripes and it's matchin' the slits on the wrist (Skrrt)
She speak no English, I just blew her a kiss
I wonder if she know I really do hits
Yeah, we countin' racks in this b*t*h
Molly scene, b*t*h, eyes green like I'm [?] (Yeah)
In the back of the back got my feet up
Send her back, and you know I'ma be there (Send her back, and you know I'ma be there)
I'm sippin' Wock out the liter
I done got rich, I forgot how to read, yeah (I done got rich, I done got rich)
Hop out the Trackhawk, swervin'
Sixes on me in the mood that I'm perfect (Yeah, yeah)
N***as broke, pockets hurtin'
I done came up, that's for certain
Twenty racks just to open the curtains
Give a f**k bout' a friend
Yeah, all I want is the backend
Got too many hoes like a pimp
Yeah, I tell that b*t*h, "Count up the backend"
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm smokin' hemp
Yeah, Maserati with the tints
Yeah, all this b*t*h want is a glimpse
Of how a rich n***a live
