Birdman, Lil Wayne - Bring It Back lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Birdman, Lil Wayne - Bring It Back lyrics]
Yeah, brr, brr
Yeah (Oh) , CMB (Oh, all the time) , always, young digit's, 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 nigga
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 nigga
Hustle for my shine
Just an ordinary nigga on
A million dollar grind
Big timer old school, new school nigga
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 nigga, 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 nigga shinin' with 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
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 (Oh) , CMB (Oh, all the time) , always, young digit's, 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 nigga
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 nigga
Hustle for my shine
Just an ordinary nigga on
A million dollar grind
Big timer old school, new school nigga
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 nigga, 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 nigga shinin' with 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
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