Bring It Back (feat. Lil Wayne)

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