Right Back

Why you tryna do me like that
Why you tryna do me like that
Spend it Make the money right back
Spend it Make the money right back

Cold streak baby this colder than the 80s
Don't message my lady ya face then to gravy
This one of them
This one of them

Hip to the game
Switching my lane
Walk with paint
You feel what it is
Go where you cant
I am what you ain't

Drop top Mally with a drop top shawty
Only want bros at my party
Don't hang with broke boys sorry

357s you don't want in your direction
Ain't no questions see the colors and they pressing
So impressive with bloated Smith and Westin
Mac 11s you can call me lethal weapon

She say Baby you a dub let's get out of here
Take her out the country get yo pass and we in the air
See just wanna see some seasons out in England
Let me hit this kitty in the morning and we leaving

They don't really want to see a nigga win
But I hit the gym ready for championships
Blood sweat and tears I've been facing all my fears
Put myself in gear im the rookie of the year

I'm Dripping water Bobby bouche
She tryna get ate like dinner plate
When I hit The cat I come through and renovate
All Attitudes is dismissed today

Why you tryna do me like that
Why you tryna do me like that
Spend it Make the money right back
Spend it Make the money right back

Cold streak baby this colder than the 80s
Don't message my lady ya face then to gravy
This one of them
This one of them



Credits
Writer(s): Martel Martin
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