Back Against the Wall - Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan

I want that money

I want that Fetty

I want them hunnas

I want that lettuce

Blue new money, shoutout to the teller

Shoutout to the OG, shoutout to the letters

Shoutout to the quiet nigga, shoutout to the reverend

Shoutout to the 2 3 5, that’s a 7

Shoutout to the Lord I ain’t fucking with the devil

I ain’t fucking with no niggas, until I get rich

Whole lotta money over here wanna count it

Whole lotta drugs I got them over the counter

Diamonds looking like water out the fountain

Louis V pyjamas for when a nigga lounging

Coming direct nigga ain’t no way around it

Diamonds so wet I’m damn near drowning

Don’t want shit to do with my ex, I don’t care nun bout her

And I swear to God can’t turn my blunt down this shit getting louder

Took off with all of my relationships I got out of

When you get money seem like you gain a whole load of power

Ran my check up now these niggas sour

With my back against the wall, who am I to call?

A lawyer said a couple racks will get him out

He don’t care to charge it, he’ll be home today

I pray my lawyer beat my case (I'm on my knees praying)

I pray my lawyer beat my case (I pray my lawyer beat my case)

There’s no light hitting my face (Fuck the judge and the DA)

I pray my lawyer beat my case, my lawyer beat my case

I pray my lawyer beat my case