Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik Morgan
Songwriter
Lyrics
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Right work right time
Pints out bedtime
Backdoor season keep your head down
Backdoor season keep your head down
No credit cards I pay it now
Dirty cash spray it down
I'm in a bag these niggas can't even get in
I see a lot of these niggas a do anything just to fit in
I'm in a two seat coupe only me and my bitch could fit in
How you ain't close that backdoor nigga you must be kidding
Why would I listen to another nigga when that nigga lost
Why would I ever trust another nigga and get double crossed
Why should I be satisfied with apartments I need a loft
I told lil baby to step in my office call me da boss
She say i gotta cold heart and she wanna know how it froze
You wanna come to my house you gotta come wit no clothes
I'm tryna run up some money like sonic collecting da rings
Niggas be talking through pillows me I won't tell her a thing
Why do you blow up my phone I'm sitting here watching it ring
He wanna get on a song with me gotta come wit some green
I know these niggas be hating on me cause my hoes elite
Why is he claiming that bitch when she really belong to me
Niggas be fronting Dey move me I can show da receipts
Came right through da backdoor they ain't even know it was me
Right work right time
Pints out its bedtime
Backdoor season keep your head down
Backdoor season keep your head down
No credit cards I pay it now
Dirty cash spray it down
I'm in a bag these niggas can't even get in
I see a lot of these niggas a do anything just to fit in
Writer(s): Malik Morgan
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