BackBoard ft. Yc Creez Lyrics

If your favorite color is not gold, it's fake

I know you getting tired, I'm steady fucking up

Only time I see you happy is when I run it up

This ain't a hunnid racks, a hunnid times, that ain't enough

I'm tryna do the whole dash when I'm in sport plus

You say you down for me, huh? Oh, is that right

You always looking by my spot, I know that's right

I'm fucking over them niggas, I'm not your last guy

Hopping off fresh as fuck, I was born fly

Got these bitches asking questions, they like, who am I

I got the dogs going nuts, that's a suicide

Just put some lean in my cut with a little ice

Bitch, you playing with my money? That ain't nothing nice

Break your bitch down, it's a pat down

Make it bounce off the wall, leave my money off the rebound

Break your bitch down, it's a pat down

Make it bounce off the wall, leave my money off the rebound

I see the bitch who's up on me, she need whole feed

Bleed toast, get money, skip groceries

Only time the bitch eat when she pay me

International, feel it like I'm Jay Z

Got a Copperoli chain and an AP

Any nigga that you ever fucked, he ain't me

Strap down, fistbowled, it's a low key

How you niggas claim a game but don't know heme

Gang slide, mainline, I'll roll him

From the county to the pen, I'ma mow him

Life a game of chess with me, I only got close friends

Break a bitch down till she hear the break dance

Break your bitch down, it's a pat down

Make it bounce off the wall, leave my money off the rebound

Break your bitch down, it's a pat down

Make it bounce off the wall, leave my money off the rebound

Break your bitch down, it's a pat down

Make it bounce off the wall, leave my money off the rebound

If you're feeling bummer and you'd like to go, it's free