Lyrics Back Up - Mars

Back up you ain't getting saved
That game you play
Better play it safe
I pack a wood like Patrick's Day
Hit like batter's cage
My whole life one big lucky day
I don't even know what they hate me for
I heard they gon fold when the money low
I mean it when I tell you that I want it all
Success is my cologne, yeah
From head to toe

Yeah
I need more than nice things
Want more than more stain
Them boys only want fame, yeah
Aye
Niggas bite with no fangs
On my style, no Wayne
Cause my flow go insane
Niggas tryna eat off a young nigga like me
I don't feel like talking
Click the phone on you like a site link
So exciting
Blunts lighting
Mars sighting
Something like lightning
Four, five count-ups, I like dollars
Need change for a hundred ones at the counter
Bad bitch look like young Madonna
If I save her that's a crime your honor

Back up you ain't getting saved
That game you play
Better play it safe
I pack a wood like Patrick's Day
Hit like batter's cage
My whole life one big lucky day
I don't even know what they hate me for
I heard they gon fold when the money low
I mean it when I tell you that I want it all
Success is my cologne, yeah
From head to toe

Speak up when you see me
Young hoes they be feenin'
I ain't giving out freebie d
Uh, yeah
Young nigga getting his dream in
If I failed, you must be dreaming
Cause I don't listen to no demons, yeah
Like a plant or flower
All these rain showers gonna pay off in the end
Before a hundred cowards die
Two hundred real ones in the grave laying dead
I get up and grind
For the money sign and the brighter times yeah
Before the sun shines
I done thanked God about a hundred times, yeah
About a hundred times, yeah