[Verse 1]
Back up! Let me get my sh*t back
And if it's like that then let's scrap then n*gga
Facts, I'm nice with these hands, jack
In the MGM Grand with my dogs shooting craps
Rolling dice, close my eyes, hit a 7 then a 9
Ringside, in a suite, hit 11, courtside
Big time n'ahmean, what's good, what you selling?
Big gold rings on my hands like the champions
In the Hamptons, its what's happening
Montauk sailing yachts like a captain
Bossing up then bussing down like I'm trapping
Pushing SAAB drop tops out like a Phantom
Rapping ass n*gga in that little ass jacket
If the shoe fits, wear it, if I said it then I said it
The original live sportswear trendsetter
Y'all ain't bring sh*t back, man you n*ggas know better
[Hook x2]
Back up, let me get my sh*t back
Back up, let me get my sh*t back
Back up, let me get my sh*t back
Back up, down like I'm trapping
[Verse 2]
Back in this sh*t like a toilet
On the phone plug, ironing clothes, doing laundry
Then the phone rung on that mug like I'm hustling
Back in business, you a customer
Call accountants like the IRS coming
At your doorstep and they don't play about they money
Catch me and Justin chopping blades in a Cutlass
Think I'm playing, check the number, if I said it then I own it
Rolling marijuana on a beach in California
I had it parked on the corner, play yo part lil' homie
Don't watch me, watch TV
Ay, they giving out degrees for n*ggas studying me
But I ain't tripping, just let me get my sh*t right
Ask twice, man I'm not that nice
Cracking knuckles, sounds live like ice right now
You need to live life off lines I write down
[Hook x2]