Backseat Freestyle lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed by Reek Da Villian & J-Doe with Kendrick Lamar)

[Intro:]

Busta had a dream

Reek Da Villian had a dream

J-Doe had a dream

Hold up, okay

[Verse 1:]

All my life I want money and power

I thought I'd get that moving the white powder

Then I start spittin, anybody can get devoured

I made that shit, better turn me up louder

Damn I got bitches, damn I got bitches

Damn I got bitches,

But I can't be consistent

They all wanna get me

There's no time cause I'm busy

You see me once then you miss me

I'm on the streets on my grizzy

I gotta scrape up these pitties, she at the door with them titties

She pull out one, she pull out 2

I guess I got my moment

Yes, I'm trying hard to resist it

So I gotta pray for forgiveness

Cause Lord knows, Lord knows I got too many bitches

I'm with a model, why you holla at a basic bitch?

I got a bottle, see me pourin up that Ace and shit

Ah nah nah, nigga don't get mad at me

She see me pourin waterfalls and tried to chase the shit

She ain't used to being round all this amazingness

She see me 5 feet away and now she can't resist

You know I had to drop a verse before my favorite shit

[Hook:]

All my life I want money and power

Respect my mind or die from lead showers

I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower

So I can fuck the world for 72 hours

[Bridge:]

Damn I got bitches, damn I got bitches

Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress

All my life I want money and power

Respect my mind or die from lead showers

[Verse 2:]

Our hand on the steering wheel, the game is like my taxi

I'm the one that's driving all you rappers to the backseat

Conglomerate running shit, welcome to the track meet

I keep at least 100 racks just where all my stacks be

Taxi cab fashion, got yo bitch up in the backseat

Making noises like she have shit, while I stabbed it

It's the money guys, yea we all about that mula

Put that ruga to your tuta, now they screamin hallelujah

Salute to the big homies that's banging on the west side

9 shots, fill my homie C Murda and Aesop

Yea that be that blood love, show my niggas thug love

Even though the credit stores, money what we love blood

[Outro:]

Let it run Ali

Martin had a dream

Martin had a dream

Kendrick have a dream