Back-Jeezy/Jeezy/Yo Gotti

Cannon cannon They say I left the hood but I got it on my back On my back Ask Gotti yeah I got it on my back On my back Took a trip outta town went and got 'em brought 'em back Mister El Chapo underground now I'm back Yeah Ask Sno n***a I got it on my back Ask Sno Ask your ho n***a I got it on my back Ask your ho Who want a load N***a I got 'em in the back In the back We sell 'em whole and you can't return 'em back Let's go D**n bald head Pac s**t Plus my main thing like to eat with chopsticks D**n I can whip a dream with a fork n***a Fork n***a Yeah play that Pyrex like a sport n***a The highway hot n***a no shade Shade Picked up a hunnid packs split it two ways Ayy D**n that's fifty here and fifty there Get it in the air like money in the air That soda in that yola caught a fade b***h Clean it up with the same card we play spades with The streets ain't a game you can't renege Nah Grown man s**t you can't play kids You ever been to Hell Been off in a cell D**n Two co-defendants you better not tell Nah Water in the vision bowl yeah you know the smell Breakin' out the weight set yeah you know the scale Even got our stamps on it yeah you know the brail Ayy Feds put the dogs on it smell it like it's quail Ooh Blowin' money fast yeah I lived to tell the tale Tale They say that I'm irrelevant it ain't no way in Hell They say I left the hood but I got it on my back On my back Ask Gotti yeah I got it on my back On my back Took a trip outta town went and got 'em brought 'em back Mister El Chapo underground now I'm back Yeah Ask Sno n***a I got it on my back Ask Sno Ask your ho n***a I got it on my back Ask your ho Who want a load N***a I got 'em in the back In the back We sell 'em whole and you can't return 'em back Let's go This money standin' tall n***a Yao Ming Five tickets of a whole lot of greens Yeah and I ain't talkin' soul food I just put a quarter mil' in an old school N***as talkin' brick talk to me that's old news Old news N***as braggin' on they plug when they old dude Pay up I don't gotta tell Tell N***a I'm in the lab Kitchen I want twenty for a half forty for a slab Bricks And a ten for a quarter if you can do the math Your b***h deepthroat I call her lil' giraffe Ugh And I'm a plug's first pick if they had a draft I put bricks in the Uber used to be a cab Yeah Long story short and the short story long Story long I'ma get money try to free 'em 'til they home 'Til they home Eight-figure n***a boy I came up sellin' zones 2020 Rolls truck I set it on chrome On chrome B***h want a Chanel she gon' hold the sack He think I'm a p***y he must be on crack Shawty like that Rolls truck I got 'em back to back They tryna say I left the hood when I got it on my back Got it on my back Ask Sno n***a I got it on my back Ask Sno Ask your ho n***a I got it on my back Ask your ho Who want a load N***a I got 'em in the back In the back We sell 'em whole and you can't return 'em back Let's go They say I left the hood but I got it on my back On my back Ask Gotti yeah I got it on my back On my back Took a trip outta town went and got 'em brought 'em back Mister El Chapo underground now I'm back Yeah Ask Sno n***a I got it on my back Ask Sno Ask Gotti yeah I got it on my back On my back Who want a load N***a I got 'em in the back In the back Ask Gotti yeah I got it on my back Yeah They say I left the hood but I got it on my back On my back Mister El Chapo underground now I'm back Yeah