Back Door

[Chorus: Ca$h Out]

The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag

The weed ain’t good, we shipping that pack back

I got what you need, come shop at my sto'e

30 clips at the front door, so come to the back door

So come to the back door, so come to the back door

So come to the back door, so come to the back door

The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag

The weed ain’t good, we shipping that pack back

[Verse 1: Ca$h Out]

Burglar bars on my trap nigga, can’t forget put the cameras

What’s the use to have a show nigga if they don’t use their hammers

Mister used to talking [?] shit cause you don’t use your hammer

The arm and hammer, working my arm with the hammer

Trap straight out the front porch, bitch you know that I’m with it

Cook game got real strong when I [?]

Straight drop, straight drop, have em dancing like they P Diddy

Drought time come around, got to take a [?] to fifty

I stack up the zones, my team playing zone

Boy get off the phone, you been talking too long

I know that they snitching, my trap house is closed

If I cut on this phone, I’m offering this blow

[Chorus: Ca$h Out]

The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag

The weed ain’t good, we shipping that pack back

I got what you need, come shop at my sto'e

30 clips at the front door, so come to the back door

So come to the back door, so come to the back door

So come to the back door, so come to the back door

The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag

The weed ain’t good, we shipping that pack back

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]

Pit bulls running round the yard, every window got burglar bars

Just a bunch of neighborhood stars pulling up in these expensive foreign cars

When you come to my spot, bro cut the music down and come to the back door

Yeah I got what you ask for, but first where your cash bro?

Just got a new batch of strong, and bands of reg, I got a lot of that

Look over there in them garbage bags, pick out what you want and then holler back

Ain’t no bricks in my trap house, no pots and no forks

And I ain’t got no love for a bitch cause I came up bumping Too Short

Your old lady across the street on her porch, she love me but she know I’m a dope boy

Me and my niggas keep down the noise so we can keep down and out of the way

My phone booming, my trap rolling, it’s always open, these choppers loaded

Just in case an old police ask nigga tried to send a fourth up in here

We already sorted!

[Chorus: Ca$h Out]

The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag

The weed ain’t good, we shipping that pack back

I got what you need, come shop at my sto'e

30 clips at the front door, so come to the back door

So come to the back door, so come to the back door

So come to the back door, so come to the back door

The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag

The weed ain’t good, we shipping that pack back