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Uh, payback, the beat payback Dark and bullseyes, the dress code black Count my money up, I need my racks Sellin' a dream, but I'ma need that back Back, back, back, the car go back Dark and bullseyes, the dress code black Count my money up, I need my racks (Uh) Sellin' a dream, but I'ma need that back Ayo, I'm tryna make that new age money Dark night, boosway money I swipe out, do change on me Move like Dushane and my crewmate Sully When it's on top, boy, we had to move straight dully and that Like, I hope you've got my money with that Yeah, it's funny till the front door come off the latch Took the U-turn and then we spun it right back Funny how we coloured, but we covered in black Baby, it's all covered, smooth, yet I move so rugged Twenty seconds to go, so solid Or was it twenty-one? Forgive me, I was young I was twelve making riddims while they twiddling their thumbs Who in they right mind would leave the biscuit for the crumbs? Been here since slums, niggas fiddlin' the funds But I multiply, then I triple up the sum I told them "Are you finished or you done?" Letras de cancionesDickhead Uh, payback, the big payback Dark on both sides, the dress code black Count my money up, I need my racks Sellin' a dream, but I'ma need that back Back, back, back, the car go back Dark and bullseyes, the dress code black Count my money up, I need my racks Sellin' a dream, but I'ma need that back (Yeah) Speak a money language, can't spot the accent Poetry in motion, my pen look like a MAC-10 Moving like the 10-10, prove it like I'm Tintin Rap my freedom like a gift, and I ain't seen the trap since Long day, no sleep, I was doin' mad trips Mind doing backflips, crease in the Stan Smiths Plenty other fish in the sea, but they catfish Not even in a bank we, trust, it's in a mattress Walk up in the office like you know me now 'Cause every other record got that Kojey Sound Black lists, black skin couldn't hold me down A black queen gave birth to a golden child From 1993, I've been fucking up the narrative Man, it feel good to be black, there's no comparison Don't let the ivory towers come distract you Until we multiply, black wealth, fuck a statue Uh, payback, the big payback Dark on both sides, the dress code black Count my money up, I need my racks Sellin' a dream, but I'ma need that back Back, back, back, the car go back Dark and bullseyes, the dress code black Count my money up, I need my racks Sellin' a dream, but I'ma need that back Ayy, ayy, dresscode black Oh, ayy, ayy, need my racks Oh, ayy, ayy, need that back Ayy, ayy, dresscode black Oh, ayy, ayy, need my racks Oh, ayy, ayy, need that back From Letras Mania