Zillionaire Doe - Back To The South Lyrics

It's a million dollar phone, know we really get it in
And we just met up last week, tryna throw us where we spin
In Miami on the beach, she tryna do me on the sand
In the club, got them racks on me, nigga throwin' it underhand
Put dope on a fly, all the trap niggas poppin' out
Tryna place an order, nigga, we at the other, other house
Pull up, double rockstars in the set
I can't wait for summertime, give it to him, really been chillin'
Walk around, hear the chain danglin' everywhere
LV trainers, damn near got every pair
I don't need no help put it on, I know what the words
I just stashed another hundred, ain't 'bout money, nigga, I don't care
I just signed the deal, still posted in the trap house
Hundred 'bows in, nigga, hundred 'bows out
Nobu on the beach, back in South Dallas
Everywhere I go 'round the world gotta rep Dallas
I ain't ever seen a thousand 'bows, I make 'em disappear
Niggas mad, hatin', signed the deal, left them in the rear
Niggas mad, broke, copped dope, nigga, I got the cure
Lookin' for them 'bows, drivin' through the mountains, almost hit a deer
Stuntin' like a nigga plugged in with the Chinese
Cash on deck, money stacked up, but got neat
No cap, 100K to the good before my ID
I ain't lookin' for no club, way I pop it, they gon' find me
Ol' dude, nigga, I'm a Wilson on the boulevard
This a fourteen-month, nigga act like this shit hard
I don't wanna hit you niggas blunts, know you smokin' backyard
Me and Mack in the Urus, hundred thousand in the Goyard
Hundred for the stacks, for the whip, bought it 'fore I popped
Tired of niggas inquirin' 'bout the price, but don't never shop
Do what came with it, do your time, nigga, don't turn into a cop
Broke nigga favorite thing to say, "F*ck the opps"
Way before this rap shit, real trap nigga
Did my background check on you, say you cap, nigga
Workin' three different lines, really know them raps, nigga
I just left North Park, I'ma head back to the South, nigga
Every time we pop out, it's a movie
Can't be touchin' anything, gotta stay exclusive
Can't be touchin' anything, really bougie
Thumbin' through them hundreds while I'm rubbin' on her coochie
White tee, Nike Tech, she love a trap nigga
Every bitch I ever cut off, tryna double back, nigga
Twenty pictures in Amiris, add it up, that's twenty racks, nigga
Dancin' in the booth, ask the streets, it's all facts, nigga
Went and took a trip, I ain't ask no niggas turn me up
Louis tag came after ten thousand, I don't give a f*ck
Kissin' on that bitch in her mouth, you know she a slut
Every time sell a box, gotta slap her on the butt

Young and ballin', yeah