Gunna - back in the a

Gunna - back in the a Lyric

A

And I'm right back in the A
Smooth, I ain't leavin' no trace (smooth)
Racks on me (racks)
Racks on me, fresh out the Chase
You got it off the display ('splay)
I got it from the runway

I got it (I got it)
Fuck it, I go Arthur Blank
I 'on't do this shit for the fame, uh
Stackin' these Benjamin Franks (stackin' 'em)
You rich, they don't give you no rank (nah)
You thinkin' it's that, but it ain't (it ain't)
That four-door Maybach in the A (the A)
Pullin' up all kinds of ways

A, A, A, A (okay)

I got these hoes on the score (on the score)
Bitches like Marilyn Monroe (it's on)
Can't beat me, I'm standin' ten toes (Uh)
I'ma get my dogs back in the row (back in the row)
AP all factory gold (gold)
I been gettin' back in that mode (I'm back in it)

Baby got a drip like Gunna (Gunna)
I see how you mixin' designer (designer)
My car is half a million dollars
I came a long way from Impalas
I still got some snakes and iguanas
I'm in the chase, on the way to these commas
I hold the bank, ain't no way I could fumble
A long way, but I'm gettin' out this tunnel

A, A, A, A

And I'm right back in the A
Smooth, I ain't leavin' no trace (smooth)
Racks on me (racks)
Racks on me, fresh out the chase
You got it off the display ('splay)
I got it from the runway

I got it (I got it)
Fuck it, I go Arthur Blank
I don't do this shit for the fame, uh
Stackin' these Benjamin Franks (stackin' 'em)
You rich, they don't give you no rank (nah)
You thinkin' it's that, but it ain't (it ain't)
That four-door Maybach in the A (the A)
Pullin' up all kinds of ways

A, A, A, A (okay)

Land at the port, I'm back (I'm back)
85 south to the flat (yeah)
Take that bitch (take that bitch)
Take the Maybach down the nat
I put the drip on the map (map)
Platinum on all of the plaques

Wunna got millionaire status
Sunday Onyx and Monday at Magic (Magic)
Throw it back, throw it back on a baddie (baddie)
All black, put the matte on the Caddy (matte on the Caddy)
I'ma get paid automatic ('matic)
I ain't askin' you niggas for credit (askin' you niggas for credit)
I'm in the town, I 'on't need no addy (addy)
It's goin' down and we always ready (ready)

A, A, A, A

And I'm right back in the A
Smooth, I ain't leavin' no trace (smooth)
Racks on me (racks)
Racks on me, fresh out the chase
You got it off the display ('splay)
I got it from the runway

I got it (I got it)
Fuck it, I go Arthur Blank
I don't do this shit for the fame, uh
Stackin' these Benjamin Franks (stackin' 'em)
You rich, they don't give you no rank (nah)
You thinkin' it's that, but it ain't (it ain't)
That four-door Maybach in the A (the A)
Pullin' up all kinds of ways

A, A, A, A