Bring It Back

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 motherfucking pantry Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses Just dropped your bitch off, man that hoe so nasty Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that I could put you frontline, 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 no stack 'Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this hoe 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 charger, bad lil shawty say she 'bout it I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil' partner though The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie Ayy, she say you so motherfucking hood But you ain't no motherfucking good Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing Know you fucking with a real one though, no question Partna you gon' get spent doin' all that flexing So many of us shooting you straight, ain't no pressure Hating on that man won't do you no blessing Tryna teach a young nigga flexing Wanna go to war, but you ain't got no money Worry 'bout these hoes and you ain't got no money Mike Will Made-It Big Trouble, baby Ounces in my motherfucking pantry Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses Just dropped your bitch off, man that hoe so nasty Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that I could put you frontline, 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 no stack 'Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it's on here, throw it back Yeah, I don't play no games boy, I'm at your head All about the family, niggas took the pledge 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 I got a girl that used to ride around with 'Pac an' them I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch Extra million just to see the Maybach drop Crest white smile on my face Once I get to snapping ain't nobody safe Reality gon' hit ya or we gon' hit ya Either way if they was with ya, they going with ya Mike WiLL Made-It Me and Big Trouble baby Ounces in my motherfucking pantry Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses Just dropped your bitch off, man that hoe so nasty Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that I could put you frontline, 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 no stack 'Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it's on here, throw it back