Текст песни Double Back - Zoe Forte

Bust it down Double back on em
Rackin up the money call it jenga when I stack on em
Fast money on a slow corner
Shake it for the cash and I might have to drop a bag on her

Drop a stack and double back
Drop a stack and double back
Drop a stack and double back
Drop a stack and double back

I'm killmonger had to black on em
It cruel world so I gotta keep the strap for em
Handy with the tools
This a motherfucking cash call
You kno why I'm here I ain't even gotta ask for it

Look I'm a business man
I got lawyer fees
Pay up all my dividends
And my royalties

Damn the flow so sick I need quarantine
And my bitch light and thick call her butter cream

Uhh Hey

Runnin out of patience
I ain't got the time to acknowledge all the haters
They kno I'm the shit and the money toilet paper
Smoking skywalker call me Luke w the sabor

East coast yea riding with them demons
Plane Jane all gold no ice I'm anemic
Gotta Keep a flame
Just to burn off the leaches
Try to ride my wave
I don't got a nigga sea sick

Take a look at my bitch
Yea she way above decent
I'm the man of her dreams told that bitch keep dreaming

Nothin neva changed
But the money that's increasing
Shittin on these niggas
For not got damn reason

I'm the coach and the player
Bitch I ball all season
Six seven that's the gang
no trade no treason

Call the wolf pack
Yeaaa all my niggas eating
Counting up this money
Till my finger tips bleeding

Bust it down Double back on em
Rackin up the money call it jenga when I stack on em
Fast money on a slow corner
Shake it for the cash and I might have to drop a bag on her

Drop a stack and double back
Drop a stack and double back
Drop a stack and double back
Drop a stack and double back

Rack it up
Rack it up
Rack it up
Rack it up
Rack it up
Rack it up
Racks

Came a long way from broke
And I ain't Eva goin back
Had a dollar and a dream
And turned it to stacks
No cappin over here nigga
All I speak is facts

No type but I got high standards
New bitch yea she a ex dancer
Thumbing through the money
Till my hand hurts
If it ain't a money calleding
then I don't answer

Stepback
Fader
Crown me the most valuable player
I'm Killing these hoes I'm a slayer
I fuck on a bitch but won't date her

A shooting star
I raise the bar
She feel in love w my demeanor and my charm

Drippin hard
hometown on mars
Rocket fuel when I'm gassing up the car

Yea

You seek attention that for lame bitches
I be lane switching,Palm of my hand itching
Tried to give a nigga game he ain't ain't listen
Damn it's a fact we not the same boy im way different,

Uhh

I be top toeing in my Jordan's
Ballin all day momma shoulda named me Spaulding
Stone cold stunner attitude on Steve Austin
Shoulda been a dentist how a nigga be flossin

Awesome
Call some

new bitches over cuz the old one make me nauseous
Watch how you approach me nigga
Please proceed with caution
You tell em get the scrap
To bad my niggas keep it on em
Back out Bang bang 2 shots for da warning!