[Chorus: Quavo]
I’m a lucky bastard
My car like dukes of hazard
I never had a ghost writer I’m afraid of Casper
I f**ed her one time, then my homie f**ed right after
Always keep it real I ain’t never been an actor
All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt
All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt
All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt
All these racks make my motherf**ing 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
Drinking on Actavis what a feeling
Momma told me drink water flush out my kidney
I’m a lucky bastard
Dab oh dagger
Your b**h 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 capper
I’m with a [?]
I want a coke 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** all that bullsh** and stop with this nonsense
These Benjamins [?] got something in common
All of my n***as about money and violence
For real, for real, for real
This territory sh** is real
f** how a n***a gon’ feel
I’m 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
[?] pop a seal
[Chorus: Quavo]
I’m a lucky bastard
My car like dukes of hazard
I never had a ghost writer I’m afraid of Casper
I f**ed her one time, then my homie f**ed right after
Always keep it real I ain’t never been an actor
All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt
All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt
All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt
All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt
[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
I’ve been spending every penny
Monday up in Magic City
s**ing on them tig old bitties
Diamonds dancing on me like they Diddy
I’ve been feeling gritty but I’m looking pretty
I been popping b**hes like I’m pretty Ricky
Got a bad b**h and her name is Nicki
She be with the menage and come from Philly
Swear that my father’s k**ing me
All of these racks breaking my back these [?] is gripping on me
I look in her eyes I’m an enemy
I come from the trap my n***as attack you won’t recognize your family
[Chorus: Quavo]
I’m a lucky bastard
My car like dukes of hazard
I never had a ghost writer I’m afraid of Casper
I f**ed her one time, then my homie f**ed right after
Always keep it real I ain’t never been an actor
All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt
All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt
All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt
All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt