Bring It Back

Yea, Burrrrr, Burrr

CMB always

How come gettin money never gets boring

How come gettin money never gets boring

Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it

Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus

And you bring it back back back back back back back

And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus

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 wit it

Third ward soldier out the Phantom doing big business

Situations thick you got the homie toting two two's

Comin back old skool

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 skool Caddy

The dump truck

A stash spot

Then came up

Its more 1's Nigga

Versace sheets

Serve is more money in the new fleet

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 hoe's we don't trust

Brand new trucks

Shined every summer

Ran wit the numbers

Stash spot cool got a 50 piece humming

Back up on my saddle nigga hustle for my shine

Just an ordinary nigga on a million dollar grind

Big timer old skool, new skool nigga

Is more money homie

More money more money more money homie

My b-tchs paid Cavalli Shades

Blowin haze, Everyday

Flip another hundred

Get another Hundred

Spend another Hundred

Burn another Hundred

Blow another Hundred

Fuck another Hundred

Get big money nigga, Stuntin on a hundred

50 Whips extra clips did it for the sunshine

Garbage bag full hard body wit a fireline

Flip another brick, Drink a little dip

Stunna Island nigga shinin' wit a bad bitch

AR Nigga, riding skinny tires

Fully loaded high when you floatin' in the sky

Rockin' Gucci blades, ridin triple blades

Tats on the face, A Nigga's been paid