Rod Wave Back Lit Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, Ronny

If you ain’t tryna get no paper then stay the fuck from around me (Yeah)
Bought a brand new Bentley, sent the pictures to the county (Yeah)
I don’t want no friends, evidently I just want the cash (Money)
I been shitting on these niggas bad, got these niggas mad
She want Prada, she want new Chanel, she ain’t cheap
She want Louis V, she want Gallery, Van Cleef (Yeah, yeah)
What you know about it? I ain’t know about it ’til you told me
Spend that shit, know I spend that shit, you don’t owe me
Look
And I been had my stripes (Yeah, yeah)
I’ve been thuggin’ all my life (Yeah, yeah)
I’ve been hustlin’ all my life (Yeah, yeah)
I’ve been druggin’ all my life (Yeah, yeah)
I’ve been chasin’ after that paper (Yeah, yeah)
Runnin’ all my life, runnin’ all my life, okay (I been runnin’)

I been getting paid every way tryna get it right (Yeah, yeah)
I just hit the stage forty days and forty nights
Tired for real (Yeah), grindin’ for real (Yeah)
They say his heart is broken, but it’s mine on them Ms
Got out my feelings, and got in my bag, okay
Got out my feelings, and got in my bag, okay (Ah, ah, okay)
Get out your feelings, and get in your bag (Yeah)
Get out your feelings, and get you a bag (Yeah)
Get out your feelings and go get the bag (Yeah)
Get out your feelings and— (Yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay (Glee)
Get out your feelings and get you a bag
Get out your feelings and run up a bag
Got out my feelings and got out my bag
Got in my—, I’m back in my bag

Yeah, back in my bag
Uh, uh, back in my bag (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Back in my bag (Yeah, yeah)

And, nigga, I’m so for real, nigga, this growth, for real (For real)
I won’t say I’m fine to heal, but, nigga, I’m tryna heal (Yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up on my nigga Jigga, like, “Brother we them niggas for real” (For real, brother)
I got fifty million for real (For real, brother), we come out the trenches for real (Yeah)
Fuck keeping tabs on the bitch
Fuck how these niggas’ll feel (How they feel, yeah)
Just jumped off the jet on the way to the fight, we out here living for real (Yeah, yeah)
Thank God for my freedom and my life
Wish all my niggas was here (Free my brother)
For my nigga TWeezie, I roll one twice, and I crack a seal (Okay)

I been getting paid every way tryna get it right (Yeah, yeah)
I just hit the stage forty days and forty nights (Yeah, yeah)
Tired for real (Say, you tired), grindin’ for real (Bitch, I grind)
They say his heart is broken, but it’s mine on them Ms (Oh, it’s on my mind)
Got out my feelings, and got in my bag, okay (My bag, my bag, okay)
Got out my feelings, and got in my bag, okay (Okay-okay, okay-okay)
Get out your feelings, and get in your bag (Yeah, yeah)
Get out your feelings, and get you a bag (Go get it)
Get out your feelings and go get the bag (Yeah)
Get out your feelings and— (Yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay (Glee)
Get out your feelings and get you a bag
Get out your feelings and run up a bag
Got out my feelings and got out my bag
Got in my—, I’m back in my bag