Big Backwood

Told my momma not to sweat
We gon make it out this shit
No more worryin about that rent
Let me sit down and make a hit
Count these checks no more countin cents
Blew up fast it don’t make sense
Now I blow gas out this bitch
Fuck the past man now I’m rich
I’m havin a blast stay smoking shit
Big Backwood I’m rolling it
Bird stay fly like a par one hit
Babe so high like she on a trip
I got the pack and I’m holdin it
Smoke so thick I can’t see shit
Take one puff and floatin quick
Money thick can’t fold the grip
Diamonds on me they cold as shit
Whip too fast might ghost the strip
Cup stay doubled I pour and sip
Stage 2 tune no stallin this
Life legit can’t be too lit
On the plane and private jet
Gotta love that money can’t get
Scored her by being funny and shit
Now I’m in her belly and clit
Been that way since high school, 
shit!
Back to talkin money and clips
Cash be clockin upgraded grips
Safe too full gotta buy a fifth
Racks too rolled gotta stack em quick
New bills blue the fold like shit
Draco tucked the beam don’t miss
Hundred round drum, uh, make em dip
Pop the trunk up in their crib
Yeah we pull up and let it rip
Shiesty pulled I got extra clips
Hollow points make em do backflips
Big boy moves no counterfeit
VVS shine when I move my wrist
BBS glide when I move like this
Backwood mansion got a code to get in
Ten car garage got a lamb and the Benz
Money Comin in never stress what I spend
Double cup chillin got the ice in a blend
Drip too clean got em mad they pissed
Whole team winning stay takin risks
Big Backwood blow smoke leave them lit! 
That’s it! 
BIRD!

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