Bring It Back (feat. Lil Wayne)

Yeah, brr, brr

Yeah (Oh), CMB (Oh, all the time), always, young digits, blatt, just like that

How come gettin' money never gets boring

How come gettin' money never gets boring

Baby, I gotta stack, now what you gonna do for it?

Can you bring it back like the motherfucking chorus

Can you bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back

Can you bring it back, back, back, back, back like a motherfucking chorus

Yeah, yeah, back on my set

Tool in my hand

Big money was the plan

So I’m back where I started

Back where it come from

Back where we went with it

Third ward soldier out the Phantom doing big business

Situations thick you got the homie toting two two’s

Comin back old school

Did it like he want to

Headed to the pen now he back up on the slab

Big money of the ab

Hundred G’s in cash

Brand new whip, old school Caddy

The dump truck, a stash spot

Then came up, it's more ones ****

Versace sheets

Serve, is more money in the new fleet

How come gettin' money never gets boring

How come gettin' money never gets boring

Baby, I gotta stack, now what you gonna do for it?

Can you bring it back like the motherfucking chorus

Can you bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back

Can you bring it back, back, back, back, back like a motherfucking chorus

Bought a new Phantom

Suede with the gators

Brand new Louis always ready to spray it

Like father like son

Money is a must

These hoes we don’t trust

Brand new trucks

Shined every summer

Ran with the numbers

Stash spot cool got a fifteen piece humming

Back up on my saddle **** hustle for my shine

Just an ordinary **** on a million dollar grind

Big timer old school, new school ****

Is mo' money homie

Mo' money, mo' money mo' money homie

My bitches paid Cavalli Shades

Blowin haze, everyday

How come gettin' money never gets boring

How come gettin' money never gets boring

Baby, I gotta stack, now what you gonna do for it?

Can you bring it back like the motherfucking chorus

Can you bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back

Can you bring it back, back, back, back, back like a motherfucking chorus

Flip another hundred, get another hundred

Spend another hundred, burn another hundred

Blow another hundred, fuck another hundred

Get big money ****, stuntin' on a hundred

Fifteen whips extra clips did it for the sunshine

Garbage bag full hard body with a fireline

Flip another brick, drink a little dip

Stunna Island **** shinin' with a bad bitch

AR ****, riding skinny tires

Fully loaded high when you floatin' in the sky

Rockin' Gucci blades, ridin' triple blades

Tats on the face, a ****'s been paid

How come gettin' money never gets boring

How come gettin' money never gets boring

Baby, I gotta stack, now what you gonna do for it?

Can you bring it back like the motherfucking chorus

Can you bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back

Can you bring it back, back, back, back, back like a motherfucking chorus