Backyard lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane & DJ Holiday]
The commission
Uh (Honorable C-Note)
What's happening? (Holiday season!)
What's happening?
Me too (Ha ha)
What's happening, shawty?
Backyard...
Ha ha

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Got so tough for a rainy day
Got money stashed in my momma's backyard
Got a bag of money hid away
I got it stashed in my momma's backyard (What's up, Dolph?)
A n*gga play with my money he ain't here today
The n*gga dead in my momma's backyard (Damn)
Can't forget the place that I hid in the safe
I got it stashed in my momma's backyard
Been a player with the pay yeah
Started with a baby
Trap going crazy do a 100k a day yeah

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm a survivor, race car driver
I'm drinking on mollies mixed with tranquilizers
I shoot at my rivals
I race for your title
I'm the African-American idol
Your b*tch on powder, a good di*k rider
She sucked it all night then cooked the eggs sunny-side up
Been gambling 2 days, poker money done piled up
Tote extendo clips like the police allow us
No I.O.U.s I don't f*ck with them vowels
I'm sweatin backstage I'm in need of a towel (Kinky!)
Me and Lil Wayne been up 72 hours
Remember I was broke, I used to wish of a prowler
My jewels so cold that my ring drew a crowd up
I told her when she suck my di*k to do the sh*t louder
My mouth too foul and it need to get milder
My verse is killing yours, imagination more wilder
Deep dish rim I can fit in a child
Pedophile dope, price is 14 5's
And the dope so good it'll bring you some power
50 bags of OG, I don't f*ck with the sour
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Got so tough for a rainy day
Got money stashed in my momma's backyard (Holiday Season, n*gga)
Got a bag of money hid away
I got it stashed in my momma's backyard (What's up, Dolph?)
A n*gga play with my money he ain't here today
The n*gga dead in my momma's backyard (Damn)
Can't forget the place that I hid in the safe
I got it stashed in my momma's backyard
Been a player with the pay yeah
Started with a baby
Trap going crazy do a 100k a day yeah

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
(It's Dolph!)
My b*tch bad, my money long
My weed loud, my team strong
I ain't rolling up unless it's strong
My ice bright, your b*tch nice
That's why I invited her to spend the night
My Glock black and my coupe too
I drive these b*tches coocoo
I ain't never ever ever love these hoes
I just wanna smoke my weed and sell my dope
Count six figures, take care of my folk
They say I leave a loud smell everywhere I go
n*gga f*ck with Gucci I'm sending my little n*gga to cut off his leg
n*gga snitch on Daddy-O, you gots to get one in the head
All of my n*ggas from the gutter
I love to f*ck her but I don't love her
All of my n*ggas tote big straps, too fresh
We ain't got time for no tussling
I put that on everything I love
Rule number one, n*gga, show no love
My cuz was a Crip, my plug was a Blood
Everything I got, I got it out the mud
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Got so tough for a rainy day
Got money stashed in my momma's backyard
Got a bag of money hid away
I got it stashed in my momma's backyard (What's up, Dolph?)
A n*gga play with my money he ain't here today
The n*gga dead in my momma's backyard (Damn)
Can't forget the place that I hid in the safe
I got it stashed in my momma's backyard
Been a player with the pay yeah
Started with a baby
Trap going crazy do a 100k a day yeah

[Outro: DJ Holiday]
Holiday season!