Young Dolph, Ca$h Out — Back Door
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The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag
The weed ain’t good, we shipping that pack back
I got what you need, come shop at my sto’e
30 clips at the front door, so come to the back door
So come to the back door, so come to the back door
So come to the back door, so come to the back door
The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag
The weed ain’t good, we shipping that pack back
Burglar bars on my trap nigga, can’t forget put the cameras
What’s the use to have a show nigga if they don’t use their hammers
Mister used to talking [?] shit cause you don’t use your hammer
The arm and hammer, working my arm with the hammer
Trap straight out the front porch, bitch you know that I’m with it
Cook game got real strong when I [?]
Straight drop, straight drop, have em dancing like they P Diddy
Drought time come around, got to take a [?] to fifty
I stack up the zones, my team playing zone
Boy get off the phone, you been talking too long
I know that they snitching, my trap house is closed
If I cut on this phone, I’m offering this blow
The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag
The weed ain’t good, we shipping that pack back
I got what you need, come shop at my sto’e
30 clips at the front door, so come to the back door
So come to the back door, so come to the back door
So come to the back door, so come to the back door
The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag
The weed ain’t good, we shipping that pack back
Pit bulls running round the yard, every window got burglar bars
Just a bunch of neighborhood stars pulling up in these expensive foreign cars
When you come to my spot, bro cut the music down and come to the back door
Yeah I got what you ask for, but first where your cash bro?
Just got a new batch of strong, and bands of reg, I got a lot of that
Look over there in them garbage bags, pick out what you want and then holler back
Ain’t no bricks in my trap house, no pots and no forks
And I ain’t got no love for a bitch cause I came up bumping Too Short
Your old lady across the street on her porch, she love me but she know I’m a dope boy
Me and my niggas keep down the noise so we can keep down and out of the way
My phone booming, my trap rolling, it’s always open, these choppers loaded
Just in case an old police ask nigga tried to send a fourth up in here
We already sorted!
The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag
The weed ain’t good, we shipping that pack back
I got what you need, come shop at my sto’e
30 clips at the front door, so come to the back door
So come to the back door, so come to the back door
So come to the back door, so come to the back door
The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag
The weed ain’t good, we shipping that pack back
