Backyard - Gucci Mane, Young Dolph

Got so tough 4 way today

Got money stashed in my momma’s backyard

Got a bag of money hid away

Got it stashed in my momma’s backyard

A nigga play with my money he ain’t here today

A nigga dead in my momma backyard

Can’t forget the plays that I hit the safe

I got stashed in my momma’s backyard

Been a player with the pay

Ye started with a maid

That trapoholic crazy doing 100 k a day ye

I’m a survivor, race car driver

A drink with no mollies mixed with tranquilizers

I shoot at my rivals

I race for your title

I’m the average kid the berry rick your idol

Your bitch on pilot, a good dick rider

She sucked it all night and cooked the a for the side on

Been gambling 2 days, poker money then pound up

Holding exntended clips like the police allow us

No I.O.U I don’t fuck with the vowels

Or sweat backstage underneath of a towel

Me and Lil Wayne been doing 72 hours

Remember how we broke I used to wish of a prowler

My jewel so cold then my ring jewel colder

I told her when she suck my dick to do this shit louder

My mouth too foul and it need to get behind her

My breath is killing you imagine this shit more wilder

Deep this shit real I can feel in the shot

Pedophile dough, price’s 14 5's

And the dope so good that I bring you some powder

Feed the bags are OG I don’t fuck with the sour

Got so tough 4 way today

Got money stashed in my momma’s backyard

Got a bag of money hid away

Got it stashed in my momma’s backyard

A nigga play with my money he ain’t here today

A nigga dead in my momma backyard

Can’t forget the plays that I hit the safe

I got stashed in my momma’s backyard

Been a player with the pay

Ye started with a maid

That trapoholic crazy doing 100 k a day ye

My bitch bad, my money long

My weed loud, my team strong

I ain’t rolling on lesser scrum

I just bright your bitch tonight

That’s why I invited her to spend the night

My glock black and my coupe too

I drive these bitches coocoo

I ain’t never ever ever love these hoes

I just wanna smoke my weed and sell my dough

Can’t say Philly can’t take care of my folk

They say I leave a last meal everywhere I go

Nigga fuck with Gucci I seeing my little nigga to cut off his leg

Nigga snitch on daddy you guessed again one in the head

All of my niggas from the gutter

I love to fuck her but I don’t love her

All of my niggas told bitch got too fresh

We ain’t got time for no tussles

I put it on everything I love

Rule nr. 1 nigga show no love

My cause was a crip, my blood was a blood

Everything I got, I got it out the mud

Got so tough 4 way today

Got money stashed in my momma’s backyard

Got a bag of money hid away

Got it stashed in my momma’s backyard

A nigga play with my money he ain’t here today

A nigga dead in my momma backyard

Can’t forget the plays that I hit the safe

I got stashed in my momma’s backyard

Been a player with the pay

Ye started with a maid

That trapoholic crazy doing 100 k a day ye