Lyrics
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, I can't go back
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
Ayo, I'm tryna make that new-age money
Dark Knight, Bruce Wayne money
I swipe, I don't do change on me
Move like LeShay, now my crewmates gully
When it's on top, boy, we had to move straight gully and that
Like I hope you got my money with that
Yeah, it's funny 'til 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'm oh so rugged
Twenty seconds to go, so solid
Or was it twenty-one?
Forgive me, I was young
I was twelve makin' riddims while they twiddlin' they thumbs
Who in their right mind'd leave the biscuit for the crumbs?
Business in the slums, fiddlin' the funds
But I multiply, then I triple up the sum
I told them, "Are you finished or are you done?"
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, I can't go back
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
Yo
Speakin' money language, can't spot the accent
Poetry in motion, my pen look like a MAC-10
Movin' like the ten-ten, provin' 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 doin' 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 lips, black skin couldn't hold me down
A black queen gave birth to a golden child
From one-nine-nine-three, I been fuckin' 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, I can't go back
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
Dress code black
Need my racks
Need that back
Dress code black
Need my racks
Need that back
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, I can't go back
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
Ayo, I'm tryna make that new-age money
Dark Knight, Bruce Wayne money
I swipe, I don't do change on me
Move like LeShay, now my crewmates gully
When it's on top, boy, we had to move straight gully and that
Like I hope you got my money with that
Yeah, it's funny 'til 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'm oh so rugged
Twenty seconds to go, so solid
Or was it twenty-one?
Forgive me, I was young
I was twelve makin' riddims while they twiddlin' they thumbs
Who in their right mind'd leave the biscuit for the crumbs?
Business in the slums, fiddlin' the funds
But I multiply, then I triple up the sum
I told them, "Are you finished or are you done?"
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, I can't go back
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
Yo
Speakin' money language, can't spot the accent
Poetry in motion, my pen look like a MAC-10
Movin' like the ten-ten, provin' 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 doin' 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 lips, black skin couldn't hold me down
A black queen gave birth to a golden child
From one-nine-nine-three, I been fuckin' 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, I can't go back
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
Dress code black
Need my racks
Need that back
Dress code black
Need my racks
Need that back