Bring It Back (feat. Drake)

Let do it

Money man

Go get your money man, go get that

Go for that shit now, go get your money man

Mike WiLL Made-It, bitch

Ounces in my motherfuckin' pantry

Diamonds on a young ****, dancin', yeah

Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah

Just dropped your bitch off, man, that ho so nasty

Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat, yeah

I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me, yeah

Gossip all that ho shit, miss me with that

I could put you front line, just bring it back

Bring it back, bring it back, yeah

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah

Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout them stack

'Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

Yeah, tryna show me that she 'bout it

'Bout it, 'bout it, yeah, shawty 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah

Take the charges prolly, shawty say she 'bout it

I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil' partner them

The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly

As a git, I used to get the candy from Mr. Charlie

Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie

I got the candy now, sorry Mr. Charlie

Aye, she say you so motherfuckin' hood

But you ain't no motherfuckin' good

Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all as blessin'

Know you fuckin' with a real one though, no question (No doubt)

Partner you gon' get spent doin' all that flexin'

So many of us shootin' you straight, ain't no pressure

Hatin' on that man won't do you no blessin' (That's real)

Tryna teach a young **** flexin' (Tryna teach)

Wanna go to war, but you ain't got no money (Get some money)

Worry 'bout these hoes and you ain't got no money (Get some money)

Mike WiLL Made-It

Big Trouble, baby

Ounces in my motherfuckin' pantry, yeah

Diamonds on a young ****, dancin', yeah

Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah

Just dropped your bitch off, man, that ho so nasty

Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat, yeah

I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me, yeah

Gossip all that ho shit, miss me with that

I could put you front line, just bring it back

Bring it back, bring it back, yeah

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah

Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout them stack

'Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it's on here, throw it back, damn

Yeah, I don't play no games boy, I'm at your head (At your head)

All about the family, **** took the pledge (Took that shit)

Now you gotta own up to that shit you said

You can't push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge

Hit the gas and we outta there

Do it for the six, because we started there (Started)

I got a girl that used to ride around with 'Pac and 'em ('Pac)

I gotta get it, you came from my lil' partner them (Fuck)

Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch (Bitch)

Extra million just to see the Maybach drop (Drop, drop)

Crest white smile on my face (Bling)

Once I get to snappin' ain't nobody safe (Nobody)

Reality gon' hit ya or we gon' hit ya

Either way if they was with ya, they goin' with ya

Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike WiLL)

Me and Big Trouble baby (DTE)

Ounces in my motherfuckin' pantry

Diamonds on a young ****, dancin', yeah

Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah

Just dropped your bitch off, man, that ho so nasty

Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat, yeah

I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me, yeah

Gossip all that ho shit, miss me with that

I could put you front line, just bring it back

Bring it back, bring it back, yeah

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah

Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout them stack

'Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it's on here, throw it back