"Middle Name" lyrics
50 grand and 100 grand, this shit can't fit in rubber bands
Pop out with that cash money, bitch, I feel like Stunner, man
Know I play for keys and I'm not losing to no other man
All my exes say that I'm Nate Drake, I'm the best they ever had
She gon' be my baby, I say, baby, chase your dreams then
I'm too rich for feelings, you gon' have to change the deal to plan
(Hold the fuck up, I just thought about it)
How you wanna be my bitch when you don't even know my middle name?
Michael Jackson tattin' on me, I don't fuck with Billie Jean
Bank account got lotta O's, that shit look like some onion rings
Take a bitch and change her life, I dress her up like Halloween
I wake up, feel like Malcolm X, I need this shit by any means
Pretty girl like Alabama, say I'm a dog, I'm not a barker
Keep a drum like my name Travis, call me daddy like your father
I'm talkin' real with money back, and I get that dough just like a baker
Every time they push me down, I get back up like Undertaker
Maybach rollin' shades up, and y'all just need some privacy
They threw my dog a letter, he had a choice, he still kept a G
Blamin' other niggas for why you broke, that don't sit right with me
If rap ain't never work, I still be pushin' plates like Applebeer
I was in the trenches with my Glock, rockin' Hill figure
Playin' ass nigga with a mill, call me Mac Miller
She don't like a fighter, hit a doctor, get a back picker
Hit it from the back, it say, perk, I'm a cat killer
Kill a pussy bang, but cat kill a nigga
She want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
She want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
She want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
From the back, from the back, from the back
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back
From the back, from the back, from the back, yeah
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, okay
Okay, fuck me like your favorite ass is standing up
Fuck me like your favorite ass
Pop out with that cash money, bitch, I feel like Stunner, man
Know I play for keys and I'm not losing to no other man
All my exes say that I'm Nate Drake, I'm the best they ever had
She gon' be my baby, I say, baby, chase your dreams then
I'm too rich for feelings, you gon' have to change the deal to plan
(Hold the fuck up, I just thought about it)
How you wanna be my bitch when you don't even know my middle name?
Michael Jackson tattin' on me, I don't fuck with Billie Jean
Bank account got lotta O's, that shit look like some onion rings
Take a bitch and change her life, I dress her up like Halloween
I wake up, feel like Malcolm X, I need this shit by any means
Pretty girl like Alabama, say I'm a dog, I'm not a barker
Keep a drum like my name Travis, call me daddy like your father
I'm talkin' real with money back, and I get that dough just like a baker
Every time they push me down, I get back up like Undertaker
Maybach rollin' shades up, and y'all just need some privacy
They threw my dog a letter, he had a choice, he still kept a G
Blamin' other niggas for why you broke, that don't sit right with me
If rap ain't never work, I still be pushin' plates like Applebeer
I was in the trenches with my Glock, rockin' Hill figure
Playin' ass nigga with a mill, call me Mac Miller
She don't like a fighter, hit a doctor, get a back picker
Hit it from the back, it say, perk, I'm a cat killer
Kill a pussy bang, but cat kill a nigga
She want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
She want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
She want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
From the back, from the back, from the back
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back
From the back, from the back, from the back, yeah
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, okay
Okay, fuck me like your favorite ass is standing up
Fuck me like your favorite ass
