Rich Homie Quan — Back Against The Wall

[Verse] I want that money I want that Fetty I want them hunnas I want that lettuce Blue new money, shoutout to the teller Shoutout to the OG, shoutout to the letters Shoutout to the quiet nigga, shoutout to the reverend Shoutout to the 2 3 5, that's a 7 Shoutout to the Lord I ain't fucking with the devil I ain't fucking with no niggas, until I get rich Whole lotta money over here wanna count it Whole lotta drugs I got them over the counter Diamonds looking like water out the fountain Louis V pyjamas for when a nigga lounging Coming direct nigga ain't no way around it Diamonds so wet I'm damn near drowning Don't want shit to do with my ex, I don't care nun bout her And I swear to God can't turn my blunt down this shit getting louder Took off with all of my relationships I got out of When you get money seem like you gain a whole load of power Ran my check up now these niggas sour [Chorus] With my back against the wall, who am I to call? A lawyer said a couple racks will get him out He don't care to charge it, he'll be home today I pray my lawyer beat my case (I'm on my knees praying) I pray my lawyer beat my case (I pray my lawyer beat my case) There's no light hitting my face (Fuck the judge and the DA) I pray my lawyer beat my case, my lawyer beat my case I pray my lawyer beat my case