In the Back Video (MV)

Forgot to check my pocket before I left I'm on the interstate
Hitting triple digits last years date up on my license plate
They didn't see the nigga in the back They was Riding waves
Stacking money till I'm stable I think half a bil is safe

Remember when I got a thousand
I was wondering what designer brands to walk around it
Walk through the mall
Heart pounding
Then I went into the Gucci store and left the mall in offbrand
Wanna quit my job I'm tired of scraping sauce pans
Used to skip dinner I was eating all xans
I Don't trust nobody
See the world through a dark lens
I'm just following my gut I see you follow all trends
You can't be mad
Because you didn't see in me
What I saw in me
Now I don't need to to believe in me
I'm changing my number when I'm up so don't try reaching me
I don't have a favorite I treat all my hoes equally
Forgot to check my pocket before I left
I was doped up
Forgot I'm on probation had to move the drugs into the trunk
Had me at the station promise I won't give a soul up
Kinda want the fame I promise I won't give my soul up
Do it for the fam
Gotta get rich for my mama
Hit and then I scram know I didn't use a condom
I don't give a damn about the consequences
Trucking everybody in my way like I'm a 49er

Forgot to check my pocket before I left the crib I'm on the interstate
Hitting triple digits I got last years date on my license plate
They didn't see the nigga in the back They was too busy Riding waves
I know I'm stacking money till I'm stable half a bil is safe

Old tag
I'm going so fast
Leave a pussy nigga mad he wanna clear the whole mag
He was cocky he just came in last and he got so mad
No class
But I'm teaching niggas like it's flow class
F*ck the first time I got high Im chasing half a billion
Missing out on real money While Im plastic baggie sealing
I need record deal money turn it down they up the ceiling
They try to set a limit for me watch I'm going through the ceiling
Don't wanna help
I'll do it on my own
I go retarded
Too many chromosomes
She gon slow me down I rather lay alone
They told me to write a verse I spit it off the dome

Forgot to check my pocket before I left the crib I'm on the interstate
Hitting triple digits I got last years date on my license plate
They didn't see the nigga in the back They was too busy Riding waves
I know I'm stacking money till I'm set
Half a bil in a safe
If I really like her I tell her I got all night to stay
Otherwise I mosey outta there you gotta pay to play
Pay to spend time
Money on my mind
Time is money and we don't like wasting money on my side

Tien
Tien
Bouta pull up in a brand new Benz
Smoking on a Thoyson you can't see me through the tint
Never running out it's like I'm rolling pocket lint