Bring It Back

Yeah
I got all this money, I ain't ever looking back
I ain't check the rear view, in my new Maybach
Every day's a good day, when I'm counting racks
If I have a bad day, I go blow a bag
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back

Imma put this all up in the air, like my name was Pierre
I told everybody in my pasi to come on out here
To LA, to my new crib that I bought with that money that I made
Who cares because we rich, we throw that party that they've never seen
Whole building jumping out the roof, yeah
We gon be up all night, yeah we see the moon, yeah
My life don't feel real, this feel like a cartoon, yeah
I've been making it rain out the sky, like a monsoon

I gotta go get it, I gotta keep running up all of these digits
I cannot go out sad, I could never be finished
I had to get a brand new Rollie to count all the minutes
Went out to Neiman, get something expensive
I had to get Versace all on my spandex
I had to look good, get out the woods
Everyone tryna be me but they could, not

Yeah
I got all this money, I ain't ever looking back
I ain't check the rear view, in my new Maybach
Every day's a good day, when I'm counting racks
If I have a bad day, I go blow a bag
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back

Let me spend ten thousand, then I'm gone, yeah
Evil twin by my side, shout-out Don Juan, yeah
I create the wave and surf it just like Ron Jon, yeah
I cannot answer the phone because I'm on 1, yeah

Yeah
I got all this money, I ain't ever looking back
I ain't check the rear view, in my new Maybach
Every day's a good day, when I'm counting racks
If I have a bad day, I go blow a bag
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back, Bring it back
Bring it back

I don't even care, I'm going crazy at that party tomorrow night bro
Popping shit and everything
Passing out on the floor and everything
I'm damn near gonna die, haha, so what?



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Writer(s): Jacob Grunduski
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