Lyrics to Backends Fasho
The richer the road, I kidnap the bros
These nigga hoes, I know that for sure
Got diamonds and gold, I'm flipping the load
Straight drop out the pot, hit the glass and froze
Margiella my ho, I be styling her clothes
Put a lock on the door, so the P ain't exposed
I sponsor her lifestyle, I'm in control
I'm stacking up all the backends for sure
I'm turning regular shit into fine shit
I take her tears and I turn them into diamonds
Crocodile Kellys, they gave me anxiety
So much of this shit, I know how to design it
Little bitty bitch tryna get in my mix
You can't pop it like this, I go hit after hit
Push a button in the coupe, make the truck do a trick
It go "la, la, la, la" like the switch got a glitch
I'm still the one getting money, the Ms
Got mansion, L.A., Hidden Hills
I'm young Uncle Phil, you Will
Fresh Prince of the A, what's the deal?
Book a PJ to pick up the drank
I'm on first name basis at the bank
I'm rocking Ricky, pocket full of Franks
Off with the top, I'm sharper than a shank
The richer the road, I kidnap the bros
These nigga hoes, I know that for sure
Got diamonds and gold, I'm flipping the load
Straight drop out the pot, hit the glass and froze
Margiella my ho, I be styling her clothes
Put a lock on the door, so the P ain't exposed
I sponsor her lifestyle, I'm in control
I'm stacking up all the backends for sure
Stacking up all the backends
Top floor penthouse, vibes, all tens
No matter what they say I'ma count my wins
No matter how it play, I'ma count my Bens
What can I say? Baby, I'm him
Little bitty waist, let's make a film
I'm on the way, everything trim
Home of the Braves with the Northside Dem
Niggas ain't loyal, cross out them
Shawty get spoiled, I like little slim
Black Porsche oil, gold on rims
Yo' chain foil, you can fool all them
Racks in a Goyard, I'm him
I'on really know y'all, y'all shrimps
You ever wanna go Mars, pop him
The Rarri' like a go-kart, I'm locked in
The richer the road, I kidnap the bros
These nigga hoes, I know that for sure
Got diamonds and gold, I'm flipping the load
Straight drop out the pot, hit the glass and froze
Margiella my ho, I be styling her clothes
Put a lock on the door, so the P ain't exposed
I sponsor her lifestyle, I'm in control
I'm stacking up all the backends for sure
I'm stacking up all the backends for sure
I'm stacking up all the backends for sure
These nigga hoes, I know that for sure
Got diamonds and gold, I'm flipping the load
Straight drop out the pot, hit the glass and froze
Margiella my ho, I be styling her clothes
Put a lock on the door, so the P ain't exposed
I sponsor her lifestyle, I'm in control
I'm stacking up all the backends for sure
I'm turning regular shit into fine shit
I take her tears and I turn them into diamonds
Crocodile Kellys, they gave me anxiety
So much of this shit, I know how to design it
Little bitty bitch tryna get in my mix
You can't pop it like this, I go hit after hit
Push a button in the coupe, make the truck do a trick
It go "la, la, la, la" like the switch got a glitch
I'm still the one getting money, the Ms
Got mansion, L.A., Hidden Hills
I'm young Uncle Phil, you Will
Fresh Prince of the A, what's the deal?
Book a PJ to pick up the drank
I'm on first name basis at the bank
I'm rocking Ricky, pocket full of Franks
Off with the top, I'm sharper than a shank
The richer the road, I kidnap the bros
These nigga hoes, I know that for sure
Got diamonds and gold, I'm flipping the load
Straight drop out the pot, hit the glass and froze
Margiella my ho, I be styling her clothes
Put a lock on the door, so the P ain't exposed
I sponsor her lifestyle, I'm in control
I'm stacking up all the backends for sure
Stacking up all the backends
Top floor penthouse, vibes, all tens
No matter what they say I'ma count my wins
No matter how it play, I'ma count my Bens
What can I say? Baby, I'm him
Little bitty waist, let's make a film
I'm on the way, everything trim
Home of the Braves with the Northside Dem
Niggas ain't loyal, cross out them
Shawty get spoiled, I like little slim
Black Porsche oil, gold on rims
Yo' chain foil, you can fool all them
Racks in a Goyard, I'm him
I'on really know y'all, y'all shrimps
You ever wanna go Mars, pop him
The Rarri' like a go-kart, I'm locked in
The richer the road, I kidnap the bros
These nigga hoes, I know that for sure
Got diamonds and gold, I'm flipping the load
Straight drop out the pot, hit the glass and froze
Margiella my ho, I be styling her clothes
Put a lock on the door, so the P ain't exposed
I sponsor her lifestyle, I'm in control
I'm stacking up all the backends for sure
I'm stacking up all the backends for sure
I'm stacking up all the backends for sure
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