[Intro]
I'm in the backseat of that Uber with my feet up
She hit the bottle, now she actin' like a diva
I can't love these hoes, they get inside my head
I just want these bands, I just need that bread

[Chorus]
I'm in the backseat of that Uber with my feet up
She hit the bottle, now she actin' like a diva
I can't love these hoes, they get inside my head
I just want these bands, I just need that bread
I'm in the backseat of that Uber with my feet up
She hit the bottle, now she actin' like a diva
I can't love these hoes, they get inside my head
I just want these bands, I just need that bread

[Verse 1]
Lately I've been sippin', sippin', livin' through the motions
Movin' state to state, to state, just got back from the ocean
Now I'm back in town, and it's clear that they noticed
Bought the table with the ice to show them who the coldest
Oh, man, you better face it
Can't see me, then you better get LASIK
Big Backwoods, and my homies gonna blaze it
I'm sippin' on a brown, and I might just chase it, oh
Should've had it goin', get it poppin' just to show these hatin' bitches that I'm lookin' like the man now
Yeah, I used to hit the club, out standin' in the line
Now I show up and it's clear that I stand out
I ain't even rich, but I'm feelin' like the shit
Bitch, I'm makin' my way, and I'm comin' up quick
We just pull up to the club, and they take us to the VIP
They gonna ask me for a drink, but I curve her like a pitch
[Chorus]
I'm in the backseat of that Uber with my feet up
She hit the bottle, now she acting like a diva
I can't love these hoes, they get inside my head
I just want these bands, I just need that bread
I'm in the backseat of that Uber with my feet up
She hit the bottle, now she acting like a diva
I can't love these hoes, they get inside my head
I just want these bands, I just need that bread

[Verse 2]
I fly MD to L.A
Yeah, I've been on my cool shit
Hangin' out with them ratchet hoes
I guess I've been on my tool shit
At the club I'm sippin', sippin'
Feelin' wavy like a cruise ship
She called me a asshole, and I'm pretty sure that that shoe fits
Like oh, how do you do it, yeah
Greek boy, and I'm fluent, yeah
Last month, I was actin' up
Me and my old girl was goin' through it, yeah
But now I'm up on that east side, West V and I'm chillin'
Hit the club, we fuck it up, my crew lit like we grillin'
Oh my good gracious, I've just been patient
Cravin' this paper, I swear I've been chasin'
I got a buzz like I just got done shavin'
I got a buzz like I just got done shavin', oh, man
[Chorus]
I'm in the backseat of that Uber with my feet up (I got my feet up)
She hit the bottle, now she acting like a diva (She a diva)
I can't love these hoes, they get inside my head (I can't love these hoes, nah-nah)
I just want these bands, I just need that bread (I just want these bands, yeah, yeah)
I'm in the backseat of that Uber with my feet up (I got my feet up)
She hit the bottle, now she acting like a diva (She a diva)
I can't love these hoes, they get inside my head (I can't love these hoes, nah-nah)
I just want these bands, I just need that bread (I just want these bands, yeah, yeah)