[Chorus: Kojey Radical & Knucks]
Uh, payback, the big payback
Dark on both sides, the dress code black
Count my money up, I need my racks
Sellin' a dream, but I'ma need that back
Back, back, back, I can't go back
Dark on both sides, the dress code black
Count my money up, I need my racks (Uh)
Sellin' a dream, but I'ma need that back
[Verse 1: Knucks]
Ayo, I'm tryna make that new age money
Dark Knight, Bruce Wayne money
I swipe, I don't do change on me
Move like Dushane, you know my crewmate Sully
When it's on top, boy, we had to move straight gully and that
Like, I hope you've got my money with that
Yeah, it's funny till the front door come off the latch
Took the U-turn and then we spun it right back
Funny how we coloured, but we covered in black
Baby, it's all covered, smooth, yet I'm oh so rugged
Twenty seconds to go, so solid
Or was it twenty-one? Forgive me, I was young
I was twelve making riddims while they twiddling their thumbs
Who in they right mind would leave the biscuit for the crumbs?
Business in the slums, niggas fiddlin' the funds
But I multiply, then I triple up the sum
I told 'em, "Are you finished or you done?"
Dickhead
Uh, payback, the big payback
Dark on both sides, the dress code black
Count my money up, I need my racks
Sellin' a dream, but I'ma need that back
Back, back, back, I can't go back
Dark on both sides, the dress code black
Count my money up, I need my racks (Uh)
Sellin' a dream, but I'ma need that back
[Verse 1: Knucks]
Ayo, I'm tryna make that new age money
Dark Knight, Bruce Wayne money
I swipe, I don't do change on me
Move like Dushane, you know my crewmate Sully
When it's on top, boy, we had to move straight gully and that
Like, I hope you've got my money with that
Yeah, it's funny till the front door come off the latch
Took the U-turn and then we spun it right back
Funny how we coloured, but we covered in black
Baby, it's all covered, smooth, yet I'm oh so rugged
Twenty seconds to go, so solid
Or was it twenty-one? Forgive me, I was young
I was twelve making riddims while they twiddling their thumbs
Who in they right mind would leave the biscuit for the crumbs?
Business in the slums, niggas fiddlin' the funds
But I multiply, then I triple up the sum
I told 'em, "Are you finished or you done?"
Dickhead
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