Back Hurt

[Chorus: Quavo] I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper I fucked her one time, then my homie fucked right after Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking 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 bitch 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 Fuck all that bullshit and stop with this nonsense These Benjamins and Jacksons got something in common All of my niggas about money and violence For real, for real, for real, this territory shit is real Fuck how a nigga 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 [Chorus: Quavo] I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper I fucked her one time, then my homie fucked right after Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] I've been spending every penny Monday up in Magic City Sucking 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 bitches like I'm Pretty Ricky Got a bad bitch and her name is Nicki She be with the ménage 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 niggas attack You won't recognize your family [Chorus: Quavo] I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper I fucked her one time, then my homie fucked right after Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt