Back Hurt - A$AP Ferg feat Migos
[Hook: Quavo]
I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard
I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper
I f_cked her one time, then my homie f_cked right after
Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor
All these racks make my motherf_cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf_cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf_cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf_cking back hurt
[Verse 1: Quavo & Takeoff]
Big bowl of money, I look like big bowl of money
Got a Tommy on the Kawasaki, blowing out an onion
Takeoff Frank Lucas, I got 'em itching
They addicted to Bobby and Mr. Whitneys
And they drinking on Actavis what a feeling
Momma told me drink water, flush out my kidney
I'm a lucky bastard, dab, ooh, dagger
Your b_tch a happy camper got an iPhone she a snapper
I know some rappers but know some more trappers
They got more money than you rappers
Talk like that actor you smoking tobacco
My Louboutins stomp you out like I'm a Kappa
I'm gonna do my dab like the Heisman
I wanna coach, I'm Quavo O'Ryan
Look at the feds I know that they spying
I'm gonna disappear like I'm the Mayans
Hop in my rocket I bet they can't find me
F_ck all that bullsh_t and stop with this nonsense
These Benjamins and Jacksons got something in common
All of my n_ggas about money and violence
For real, for real, for real, this territory sh_t is real
F_ck how a n_gga gon' feel, I'm just gripping on the steel
Think I might go in Beverly Hills
Get a mansion about 28 M's
No Jack and Jill but I done been on the hill
Count it then I pop a seal
[Hook: Quavo]
I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard
I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper
I f_cked her one time, then my homie f_cked right after
Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor
All these racks make my motherf_cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf_cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf_cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf_cking back hurt
[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
I've been spending every penny
Monday up in Magic City
S_cking 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 b_tches like I'm Pretty Ricky
Got a bad b_tch and her name is Nicki
She be with the menage 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 n_ggas attack
You won't recognize your family
[Hook: Quavo]
I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard
I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper
I f_cked her one time, then my homie f_cked right after
Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor
All these racks make my motherf_cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf_cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf_cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf_cking back hurt
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