Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Den, artist - YBS Skola. Date of issue: 18.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back Den |
| Back then woulda blown it |
| Now a nigga gettin' to it |
| My niggas gettin' to it |
| Now I know what I’m doing |
| Stay clean, ride forward |
| Big dreams for them mils |
| Put my mama in a house on the motherfuckin' hills |
| You don’t know where I been |
| You don’t know what I felt |
| My heart so cold |
| I just pray it don’t melt |
| Everything makes sense |
| Everything gon' count |
| Big money on me |
| Every day I count |
| Every day I shine, on my grind all the time |
| Yeah it took a lil time, yeah it took a lil time |
| But this shit done paid off |
| Cause we come from the block and we was movin' that soft |
| Now we in the studio lyin' them bars |
| Watchin' from the knockers, keep switching them cars |
| Pockets real heavy, blowin' bands at the mall |
| This an LV polo, ain’t no Hugo Boss |
| No no, no no |
| But I got the city in a chokehold |
| Ballin' hard on ‘em like I’m John Wall |
| I used to be small as an eight ball |
| Now I’m heavy as a motherfuckin' Chevy |
| Check out the diamonds blingin' in the prezy |
| Thirty thou on the chain, boy it’s heavy |
| YBS, yeah we the best campaign |
| We poppin' champagne, feelin' like ball players |
| I got a whole lot of bad ones, they on me |
| And ain’t another nigga doin' what I’m doin' B |
| I’m droppin' single after single like Pringles |
| I’m rockin' all this Italian on a daily basis |
| You niggas gon' have to face it |
| The kids love me but I swear I ain’t a role model |
| I’m in the club sippin' hard out the gold bottle |
| Wooh, Rollie on my wrist, gold on my chain |
| I ain’t lyin' man, gold Cartier, I wear ‘em everywhere |
| I see these haters real clear, got clear vision |
| You ain’t seein' what I’m seein', you ain’t doin' what I’m doin' |
| You ain’t goin' where I’m going |
| Bet you next year me and my niggas gon' be touring |
| Back then woulda blown it |
| Now a nigga gettin' to it |
| My niggas gettin' to it |
| Now I know what I’m doing |
| Stay clean, ride forward |
| Big dreams for them mils |
| Put my mama in a house on the motherfuckin' hills |
| You don’t know where I been |
| You don’t know what I felt |
| My heart so cold |
| I just pray it don’t melt |
| Everything makes sense |
| Everything gon' count |
| Big money on me |
| Every day I count |
| Every day I shine, on my grind all the time |
| Yeah it took a lil time, yeah it took a lil time |
| But this shit done paid off |
| Cause we come from the block and we was movin' that soft |
| Now we in the studio lyin' them bars |
| Watchin' from the knockers, keep switching them cars |
| Pockets real heavy, blowin' bands at the mall |
| This an LV polo, ain’t no Hugo Boss |
| This the time for the Shinners |
| Nic Breed, Y Skola |
| Lil Zack takeover, we don’t need no help |
| Yeah we did it our self |
| Yeah them niggas gon' hate |
| Put the guns in their mouth |
| Keep a gun on my hip on this thousand dollar belt |
| Yeah I beat the pussy in and then I throw the fish out |
| If it ain’t about money I don’t know what that’s about |
| I impress full attention, I hype up the clout |
| I’m just all about money, do you know what that’s about? |
| I’m just all about money, man I gotta keep it real |
| Motivate a lot of others, they can feel me in the field |
| Say I’m speaking for the trenches, I’m just speaking independence |
| I was only one who did it, ain’t nobody else gon' get it |
| I ain’t even gon' ask, came up, not last |
| Came up kinda fast, I can see they gettin' mad |
| I can see me rich dab, I can see me looking back |
| I can’t see me looking bad, I can’t see me looking bad |
| Gotta make the money, gotta make it out the trap |
| I made the money, turned myself into a chap |
| Italia, Italian, we all they looking at |
| We all they looking at |
| Italia, Italian, we all they looking at |
| I made the money, turned myself into a chap |
| Gotta make the money, gotta make it out the trap nigga |
| Gotta make it out the trap nigga |
| Back then woulda blown it |
| Now a nigga gettin' to it |
| My niggas gettin' to it |
| Now I know what I’m doing |
| Stay clean, ride forward |
| Big dreams for them mils |
| Put my mama in a house on the motherfuckin' hills |
| You don’t know where I been |
| You don’t know what I felt |
| My heart so cold |
| I just pray it don’t melt |
| Everything makes sense |
| Everything gon' count |
| Big money on me |
| Every day I count |
| Every day I shine, on my grind all the time |
| Yeah it took a lil time, yeah it took a lil time |
| But this shit done paid off |
| Cause we come from the block and we was movin' that soft |
| Now we in the studio lyin' them bars |
| Watchin' from the knockers, keep switching them cars |
| Pockets real heavy, blowin' bands at the mall |
| This an LV polo, ain’t no Hugo Boss |