Back Up In That Mode (feat. BCG Double C)

Damn, smoked in the telly—got a noise complaint

I been ballin’ every day like I’m in Golden State

I’m lit like some candles on a birthday cake

Sittin’ courtside at the game, yeah, I feel like Drake

VIP, first in line—I don’t gotta wait

Maybachs, work that shit then put up the drapes

I like my money the same color as my fuckin’ grapes

Stop pocket-watchin’, it don’t matter what I make

Bands in this bitch with a money counter, act

Who your favorite rapper? We can go check for check

When I’m in the spot, bitch, I’m turned up to the max

Model bitch, shit—I’m tryna break that back

Bitch, I’m back up in that mode

Bitch, I’m back up in that mode

Bitch, I’m back up in that mode

Yeah, oh—bitch, I’m back up in that mode

Damn, smoked in the telly—got a noise complaint

I been ballin’ every day like I’m in Golden State

I’m lit like some candles on a birthday cake

Sittin’ courtside at the game, yeah, I feel like Drake

VIP, first in line—I don’t gotta wait

Maybachs, work that shit then put up the drapes

I like my money the same color as my fuckin’ grapes

Stop pocket-watchin’, it don’t matter what I make

Yeah, bitch—I’m back up in that mode

Yeah, bitch, I’m back up in that mode

Yeah, I’m back up in that mode

I said I’m back up in that mode

On this beat, I might explode

Shawty know I’m rockin’, yeah, they know just how I roll (how I roll)

I put my life up on the line, they don’t believe me (don’t believe me)

Only stay up out the dark, yeah, so they can see me (they can see me)

I’m makin’ hits, I’m makin’ moves, I’m out that public housing

Can’t believe a bitch—we knocked him off like Ronda Rousey

I got diamonds, they all blurry

I got diamonds, they all lights

Smokin’ on exotic gas, y’all be smokin’ on some spice

I been workin’ hard and I don’t play that smart

And I done waited all day for you to break my heart

Got these racks stuck in my purple pockets—cash is all you need

This is not a lonely profit

You gotta hustle to this, see that’s not the only option, option

You can get up in these streets, go ahead and get some dollars (dollars)

I be rubber-banded up—me and gang, we ran it up

Got a couple bad bitches who gon’ really suck it up

Damn, smoked in the telly—got a noise complaint

I been ballin’ every day like I’m in Golden State

I’m lit like some candles on a birthday cake

Sittin’ courtside at the game, yeah, I feel like Drake

VIP, first in line—I don’t gotta wait

Maybachs, work that shit then put up the drapes

I like my money the same color as my fuckin’ grapes

Stop pocket-watchin’, it don’t matter what I make