Harry Fraud - Back Then lyrics

[Intro X3] I'm turnt up right now I'm turnt up right now I'm off half a bean it's like eighty degrees But I got the chills right now [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] She looks hot so i need that bop if you can understand my language A dollar might f** your main b**h I f** a main b**h Ain't got no main b**h That was back then, no disrespect to none of them Cause what i learned from all of em', is that everything comes to an end So I'mma party to the end, can i finish, counting ends I don't drive but I'm in a Benz, she don't lie 'less she with her man She don't smoke, but she roll my dope, I don't licky lick, she knows that's a joke She s** dick off impulse, that's 69 if you can't divide I wasn't great in algebra, but i can talk you out ya bra Take you places you can't see, with just two eyeballs (Three Eyes) I got three eyes, I got three legs, pick one Long-term, tre piece, but this will be my fifth run Harry fraudulent on the beat I beat Up that's my word Action Bronson got the weed, I need, I didn't have to pee [Hook] Back Then, way back when, I was broke as Bruh Man n***a my time is coming, look what i done did Swag on 300, TDE we ballin' man Inside the game, ain't too much change, I told y'all I been gone insane, but that was Back Then, way back when Back Then, way back when Back Then, way back when, look what i done did [Bridge: ScHoolboy Q] WHere your n***a at Homegirl, He ain't sh*t I'm ballin' man Dollar after dollar, deja vu, b**h I'm ballin' man Sacked out blacked out racked out I'm ballin' man EverywHere i go gotta Have a Ho I'm ballin' man, i'm ballin' man, i'm a baller, man I'm ballin' man, i'm ballin' man, i'm a baller, man I'm ballin' man, i'm ballin' man, i'm a baller, man Dollar after dollar, deja vu, b**h I'm ballin' man, i'm ballin' man, i'm a baller, man I'm ballin' man, i'm ballin' man, i'm a baller, man I'm ballin' man, i'm ballin' man, i'm a baller, man Hit Her one time don't call her, man [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Back then, way back then you'd have thought I had sense That's ‘cause you ain't know what I had since Ask you I'm getting … dude don't call me BMF I'm spinning every dough I get, old marijuana by the zippy Chicken Fetuccine Alfredo, teenagers of promethazine Codeine, that's 16 and lean Keep that on the low, I'm talking too much, I had two eatables Pour up a foe for soul, I'm doing incredible Considering my schedule BET Music Matters, if it don't, it pay, though Show ‘em the sing, that top dog, should've signed a page row Grade A though you keep coming, just keep coming [Hook]