Back Hurt - A$AP Ferg, Migos

I’m a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard

I never had a ghostwriter, I’m afraid of Casper

I fucked her one time, then my homie fucked right after

Always keep it real, I ain’t never been an actor

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

Big bowl of money, I look like big bowl of money

Got a Tommy on the Kawasaki, blowing out an onion

Takeoff Frank Lucas, I got 'em itching

They addicted to Bobby and Mr. Whitneys

And they drinking on Actavis what a feeling

Momma told me drink water, flush out my kidney

I’m a lucky bastard, dab, ooh, dagger

Your bitch a happy camper got an iPhone she a snapper

I know some rappers but know some more trappers

They got more money than you rappers

Talk like that actor you smoking tobacco

My Louboutins stomp you out like I’m a Kappa

I’m gonna do my dab like the Heisman

I wanna coach, I’m Quavo O’Ryan

Look at the feds I know that they spying

I’m gonna disappear like I’m the Mayans

Hop in my rocket I bet they can’t find me

Fuck all that bullshit and stop with this nonsense

These Benjamins and Jacksons got something in common

All of my niggas about money and violence

For real, for real, for real, this territory shit is real

Fuck how a nigga gon' feel, I’m just gripping on the steel

Think I might go in Beverly Hills

Get a mansion about 28 M’s

No Jack and Jill but I done been on the hill

Count it then I pop a seal

I’m a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard

I never had a ghostwriter, I’m afraid of Casper

I fucked her one time, then my homie fucked right after

Always keep it real, I ain’t never been an actor

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

I’ve been spending every penny

Monday up in Magic City

Sucking on them tig ol' bitties

Diamonds dancing on me like they Diddy

I’ve been feeling gritty but I’m looking pretty

I been popping bitches like I’m Pretty Ricky

Got a bad bitch and her name is Nicki

She be with the ménage and come from Philly

Yeah, swear that my father’s killing me

All of these racks breaking my back

These dollars signs is crippling me

Yeah, I look in her eyes I’m an enemy

I come from the trap, my niggas attack

You won’t recognize your family

I’m a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard

I never had a ghostwriter, I’m afraid of Casper

I fucked her one time, then my homie fucked right after

Always keep it real, I ain’t never been an actor

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt