Backseat Flow Lyrics

Martin I see you

Nah, let… Let that shit ride in for a minute

Ayy

It was all a dream

It was all a dream

It was all a dream

It was all a dream

Swimming in this money man I pray I don't drown in it

City boy piping up all these out of town women

See I got the fits and the drip, need the crown with it

Money starting to talk, and I need that bitch to start singing (Da da da)

She say you Nigerian baby boy

But your sound different, The way my syllables slur, man the sounds hitting

Guess I got a, way with the words

So my fingers on her thong, and I'm pulling on the strings like a violinist

Back to the crib, when we done I'm back to this shit

You rappers too sweet and sugars bad for the kids

That's why I drop dope lines

Got it on the tips of they tongues, Jefé like "mm mm, it's legit"

Pray the Ms spelling Maybachs

Got bars like a cordless phone but it's straight fax

Whole circle hungry for the mills, where the plates at

Still owe my mama a Mercedes

With a ribbon on that baby, I can't lay back

Yeah

You know I love that woman deep

She's probably praying for me every day of the week saying

"Lord! protect my son from terrors in the streets"

It's funny they the ones who need protection from me

Cuz the flow dangerous, hot so long the doctor said he seeing no changes

She ain't giving head, she gotta go, that's a no brainer

And it's looking like Christmas already how I throw bangers, that's all

It was all a dream (Whoop, you nice with it nigga)

It was all a dream

It was all a dream (Shall I ride, yeah)

It was all a dream

Let me talk to 'em real quick

See, we don cooked up for a minute, now the lid is off

Shits sizzling in the stu, you can smell the sauce

Praying on 'em, session looking like a synagogue

You ain't hard as I am, even your bitch saying your shit is soft

Pause

Please tell me what the problem is

I'm just here trying to turn in more papers than colleges

So I be where the dollars is

Don't need medals for my performance

I never did switch up on this, for real

Starting to feel the rush, eat like we didn't have enough

Stacking pounds, I'm fattening up

My Pockets looking fat as

Minus all the haters, man snakes tried to rattle us

Multiplied my hustle dawg, now everything is adding up

Yeah

And Back when we was broke as old dishes

I was going through it never knew that we would know riches

Now I'm catching flights when I tell 'em I'm tripping

They trying to count this paper I'm printing

Built the business up from scratch, man the math was off

Started dropping hot bars, then their hats went off

Schooled rappers, they just crashed the course

I'm preaching to em, cooking beats they like pas-ta sauce

I'm too lit right now I hope they catch the bars

Easily squaring up with MCs, Einstein for sure

But I'm Jamie St. Patrick when there's bags involved

When cash gets low my minds mapping out these paper trails

Like for work for Clowe or PwC

I'm not the Sife you knew once, you gotta double the fee

Took some Ls that made way to let these Ws breathe

I've been dropping mo hits since mo hits dropped WC

But one day the trophies will come my way

The tracks I've laid, get stepped on, check the mileage

Heaven knows, I'm too lit to go to Hell though

Lyrical, lay my tracks out build a railroad

They'll know