Lyrics Backcourt! - Autumn!

Bad bitches and fast cars, God, that's all I ask for
I'm not happy yet, but I guess that's what cash is for
Bad bitch to my left, tryna stamp her like a passport
Nigga chose the wrong side, now he got a backcourt
Nigga chose the wrong side, now he got a backcourt

I been had a bag, but I ain't talkin' 'bout no JanSport
Drunk as fuck, finna fuck up the asphalt
They don't check on me no more, but I guess that's that cash fault
I be on some cash shit
You know I like cash talk
If money ain't the topic, nigga, this could be our last talk
Tryna stay on track, bitch, that's why I stay in a damn 'hawk
Wake up and thank God, it ain't really much to ask for

Bad bitches and fast cars, God, that's all I ask for
I'm not happy yet, but I guess that's what cash is for
Bad bitch to my left, tryna stamp her like a passport
Nigga chose the wrong side, now he got a backcourt
Nigga chose the wrong side, now he got a backcourt

You always in bullshit, you got what you asked for
I'm always in a new whip, what I got to be mad for?
Say she don't really do this, she sound just like my last one
Lookin' for a fuck to give, bitch, I thought I had one
Say she got a lot of love to give, too bad, bitch, I don't have none
Niggas can't keep up with us, ain't they took your last gun?
Bad bitches and fast cars, God, that's all I ask for

Bad bitches and fast cars, God, that's all I ask for
I'm not happy yet, but I guess that's what that cash for
Bad bitch to my left, I'm tryna stamp her like a passport
Nigga chose the wrong side, now he got a backcourt
Nigga chose the wrong side, now he got a backcourt

Bad bitches and fast cars, God, that's all I ask for
Bad bitches and fast cars, God, that's all I ask for