Bring It Back (Explicit) - Birdman/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 im back where i started

Back where it come from

Back where we went wit it

Third wall( ) soldier out the Phantom doing big business

Situations thick you got the homie toting two twos

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 gs in cash

Brand new whip old skool Caddy

The dump truck

A stash spot

Then came up

Its more 1s N-gga

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 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

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 dont trust

Brand new trucks

Shined every summer

Ran wit the numbers

Stash spot cool got a 50 piece humming

Back up on my saddle n-gga hustle for my shine

Just an ordinary n-gga on a million dollar grind

Big timer old skool new skool n-gga

Is more money homie

More money more money more money homie

My b-tchs paid Cavalli Shades

Blowin haze Everyday

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

Flip another hundred

Get another Hundred

Spend another Hundred

Burn another Hundred

Blow another Hundred

F-ck another Hundred

Get big money n-gga 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 n-gga shinin wit a bad b-tch

AR N-gga riding skinny tires

Fully loaded high when you floatin in the sky

Rockin Gucci blades ridin triple blades

Tax on the face A N-ggas been paid

Talwaniya

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