In The Back Seat lyrics

[Intro]
(That boy Cassius)
(Hero did the beat poppin' through your speakers, woah)

[Chorus: Gunna & Roddy Ricch]
Ridin' in a Mulsanne Maybach in the backseat
All stars go to New York, my fans treat me like I'm Max B
That's on God
Pearly whites, ain't havin' no bad teeth
Coupe faster than the Benz Jeep
You a hoe, you don't feed yo' family
Yeah, yeah
Hoppin' in the coupe, I bend my guts with cinammon
n*gga I been trappin', trappin' send them lows in
b*tch I chase the money, I been getting winded
Maybach Maybach Maybach got the straps, I keep it tinted

[Verse 1: Gunna & Roddy Ricch]
I like it private
That b*tch pus*y wet as water, like a island
I pay for whatever she order, I don't mind it
Coppеd my drip off MR. PORTER, ain't got no stylist
Mmm, I was rockin' the plain bought the jewеls out
I was steppin' in wet okay
She told me to put my di*k inside her mouth, she gave me that neck okay
Can't step out there gon' pay
Cause i'm tryna make a quarter today
She f*cked a big stepper, don't do no foreplay
I just made a cool quarter today
She my hoe and I nut on her face
My personal whore
With Chanel and Dior
Smoke biscotti and pour up a pint
Flocka Flame, I went hard in the paint
Copped the new rollie poly
I'm in New York and I got me a shank
[Chorus: Gunna & Roddy Ricch]
Ridin' in a Mulsanne Maybach in the backseat
All stars go to New York, my fans treat me like I'm Max B
That's on God, Pearly whites, ain't havin' no bad teeth
Coupe faster than the Benz Jeep
You a hoe, you don't feed yo' family
Yeah, yeah
Hoppin' in the coupe, I bend my guts with cinammon
n*gga I been trappin', trappin' send them lows in
b*tch I chase the money, I been getting winded
Maybach Maybach Maybach got the straps, I keep it tinted

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch & Gunna]
Amiri Amiri glitter on my wrist, and on my skinnies
Big racks big racks jumpin' out my jeans, I keep a 20 piece
I'm so proud of my b*tch, I draped her in some Fendi
When I be parkin' lot pimpin', I keep the F&N wit' me
Young Gunna get spiffy on these b*tches, n*ggas ain't seeing me
I flew my mom Miami b*tch, she wit' me on BET
I'm wit' Lil' Roddy in Compton, got my hair like Eazy E
I done really got used to this money, all my cars come with TV's

[Chorus: Gunna & Roddy Ricch]
Ridin' in a Mulsanne Maybach in the backseat
All stars go to New York, my fans treat me like I'm Max B
That's on God, Pearly whites, ain't havin' no bad teeth
Coupe faster than the Benz Jeep
You a hoe, you don't feed yo' family
Yeah, yeah
Hoppin' in the coupe, I bend my guts with cinammon
n*gga I been trappin', trappin' send them lows in
b*tch I chase the money, I been getting winded
Maybach Maybach Maybach got the straps, I keep it tinted