Back to Front by GoodTime Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
You are now listening to a GoodTime Production
[Hook] x2
I made the money
I rolled the blunt
That change on me
Them bands on me
Diamonds from back to front
I do the fuck that I want x3
Diamonds from back to front
[Verse-GoodTime]
I'm slick with my riches
I silence the snitches
I pull up, I scroll up
No time for these bitches
Call up the bros
If you wanna scrimmage it
Snapchat these hoes
So clear with the Images
See it, I like it
I buy it in full
Poppin the Molly
Like stop drop and roll
Stack it up, stack it up
Reaching my goal
Ain't seen this much
Since she been on the pole
The neighbors know my name
Man, the way she like to hit
Think she in it for the fame
But she know I make it drip
Bring the blow out when I show out
308 up on my hip
Better get them bands
Yeah
Locked and loaded clip
I'm coming to ya
Medically dosing the bud
Slappin my bitch on the butt
I do the fuck I want
Oh yeah thats right im the plug
Come around here show me love
I am on multiple drugs
Hitting the town with my scurbs
Popping these bars at the club
Yeah
[Bridge-GoodTime]
Grinding it down by the nug
Cutting the splif down in parts
Poppin the top on the bub
Call me the king of the hearts
Came from the bottom the mud
Now we just climbin the charts
Poppin the top on the dub
I push a button to start
[Hook] x2
[Verse-YB]
I do this shit
With my nigga's bitch
I'm not Instagram
So no pictures bitch
Ive been known to live
Off that digit bitch
But I can still pull up
And fuck the baddest bitch
Back to the money
I'm gettin' it with the fam
ASOD
Never change who I am
Now'adays I can never sleep
Without the cam
Pull up with the crew
Look like cameras when we blam
Keep the thing on me
He ain't doin' a thing to me
Cuzi keep this aim
On me
All my nigga's got tools
All my nigga's got work
Got a white girl
That hide all the dope in her shirt
Pull up, skirt off
Tats out, shirt off
Whippin' in the kitchen
Keep the work in the loft
I'm in here with Mitch
Runnin' off the flat
She blowing my phone up
But can't have me back
We came from nothing
I really mean scratch
I took the team
And threw um' on my back
Run with D. Lime
And they down for the sack
I put bread on his head
If he taking the pack
I got nigga's up front
I got ones in the back
Call up GoodTime
When I'm counting the racks
Call up your bitch
And run it from the back
Uncle Sam with the pack
I gotta tax
My momma told me
Never rely on bitches
My momma told me
Never rely on nigga's
I knew that meant
I couldn't rely
On no one but myself
To get up and go get it
I came from nothing
To something in minutes
I should have a suit
I'm so good with business
But then again
When I think about it
My suit would probably get dirty
When I'm in the trenches
[Hook] x1
Yeah
You are now listening to a GoodTime Production
[Hook] x2
I made the money
I rolled the blunt
That change on me
Them bands on me
Diamonds from back to front
I do the fuck that I want x3
Diamonds from back to front
[Verse-GoodTime]
I'm slick with my riches
I silence the snitches
I pull up, I scroll up
No time for these bitches
Call up the bros
If you wanna scrimmage it
Snapchat these hoes
So clear with the Images
See it, I like it
I buy it in full
Poppin the Molly
Like stop drop and roll
Stack it up, stack it up
Reaching my goal
Ain't seen this much
Since she been on the pole
The neighbors know my name
Man, the way she like to hit
Think she in it for the fame
But she know I make it drip
Bring the blow out when I show out
308 up on my hip
Better get them bands
Yeah
Locked and loaded clip
I'm coming to ya
Medically dosing the bud
Slappin my bitch on the butt
I do the fuck I want
Oh yeah thats right im the plug
Come around here show me love
I am on multiple drugs
Hitting the town with my scurbs
Popping these bars at the club
Yeah
[Bridge-GoodTime]
Grinding it down by the nug
Cutting the splif down in parts
Poppin the top on the bub
Call me the king of the hearts
Came from the bottom the mud
Now we just climbin the charts
Poppin the top on the dub
I push a button to start
[Hook] x2
[Verse-YB]
I do this shit
With my nigga's bitch
I'm not Instagram
So no pictures bitch
Ive been known to live
Off that digit bitch
But I can still pull up
And fuck the baddest bitch
Back to the money
I'm gettin' it with the fam
ASOD
Never change who I am
Now'adays I can never sleep
Without the cam
Pull up with the crew
Look like cameras when we blam
Keep the thing on me
He ain't doin' a thing to me
Cuzi keep this aim
On me
All my nigga's got tools
All my nigga's got work
Got a white girl
That hide all the dope in her shirt
Pull up, skirt off
Tats out, shirt off
Whippin' in the kitchen
Keep the work in the loft
I'm in here with Mitch
Runnin' off the flat
She blowing my phone up
But can't have me back
We came from nothing
I really mean scratch
I took the team
And threw um' on my back
Run with D. Lime
And they down for the sack
I put bread on his head
If he taking the pack
I got nigga's up front
I got ones in the back
Call up GoodTime
When I'm counting the racks
Call up your bitch
And run it from the back
Uncle Sam with the pack
I gotta tax
My momma told me
Never rely on bitches
My momma told me
Never rely on nigga's
I knew that meant
I couldn't rely
On no one but myself
To get up and go get it
I came from nothing
To something in minutes
I should have a suit
I'm so good with business
But then again
When I think about it
My suit would probably get dirty
When I'm in the trenches
[Hook] x1