Rich Homie Quan - Back End lyrics

[Hook:] 30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head Freddy Krueger don't scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen" I don't care how tired I get, I'm gon' still run up them bands I'mma still count up my back end, I'mma still do it for my fam Just because I got a lil' money, that do not define the person I am I don't give a f** about what the critics say, I'mma stack it up for them papers I clocked in, like I'm working I ain't have to sell my soul, it ain't worth it [Verse 1:] Sold out, sold out, now I'm mad We done sold out, it's a hold out, hold out on them bags We gon' roll 'bout 1 something, 4 of y'all, 2 in the van I don't care what that money do, I'mma blow this sh** like a fan RIP to my n***a Shawty Lo, I'm still walking 'round feeling like the man Commissary going out on Sunday, gotta make sure I still got a plan Talk to my girl on Monday, on the phone with my hands in my pants Walking around with my hand on my ear, I ain't heard a word that they saying n***as talk about what they gon' do, rubber bands still around that paper Overdue for some new music, might as well put it out for my haters n***as talkin' hard, know they can't stop me, I'm in that front yard with them choppers I'll do whatever for my partner, I hit the j**elry store with [Hook:] 30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head Freddy Krueger don't scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen" I don't care how tired I get, I'm gon' still run up them bands I'mma still count up my back end, I'mma still do it for my fam Just because I got a lil' money, that do not define the person I am I don't give a f** about what the critics say, I'mma stack it up for them papers I clocked in, like I'm working I ain't have to sell my soul, it ain't worth it [Verse 2:] n***a lurkin', cell phone, no serivce Tent on the car, not working, so I had to close them curtains (Ooooh) Pulled up in something they ain't never heard of I ain't seen no caution tape, but the whole scene I murdered (Woooo) Lying to me, I'm used to b**hes Watching out who I'm talking to, cause a lot of n***as, they superstitious Dirty pots, cause I used the dishes 40 Glock, keep it in my britches 50 shots of them big bullets, that lil' n***a might need stitches That big body, I lean in it That drop top selling [?] in it And I ain't gotta wear a suit everyday to show a n***a I mean business With all this lean, I need a kidney Why the lil' boy goin' so hard You tellin' on me, you the real 12 You lame as hell like a Soap Opera [Hook:] 30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head Freddy Krueger don't scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen" I don't care how tired I get, I'm gon' still run up them bands I'mma still count up my back end, I'mma still do it for my fam Just because I got a lil' money, that do not define the person I am I don't give a f** about what the critics say, I'mma stack it up for them papers I clocked in, like I'm working I ain't have to sell my soul, it ain't worth it