DopeBoy Jmoney - Back At It (feat. Iceso Keepabagg)

Fresh up out the cell I ain't going back no more
Don't take my kindness for weakness I'll still up that score
I been getting money every since I was a lil younging I ain't never been poor
Took a few losses leave it in god hands I'll never sell my soul
Got the system all on my back but ima still reach my goals
Yea I'm in love with getting money ion really care about hoes
I be smoking on this dope weed but I'll never play with my nose
Ion need no stylist with me when I'm picking out my clothes
Yea balling hard on these haters just like I'm D Rose
My name solid out here in these streets & that's fasho
Just got a few exotic bags in & I got some lows
Pop out with a lot of racks got everybody like woah
Bad bitch with me at the hotel taking off her clothes
Got her on the balcony bent over touching her toes
I made her come a few times told her she don't need no rose
I'm big vulture my nigga I can't get back doored
Yea I'm known for getting racks lose it all & get it back
Yea I'm known for getting racks lose it all & get it back
Lose it all & get it back
Yea lose it all & get it back
Came home straight from jail & I'm right back at it
Finna cause hell in the city yea I'm right back at it
Take a lot of drugs to solve my problems but I promise I won't turn to a attic
Still riding around in traffic with that ratchet you won't catch me lacking
Get them Ps gone I'm the plug yea I'm right back at it
Yea busting down all these juggs yea I'm right back at it
I know how to double up the money brake it down & throw it in the plastic
I'm from the city where them athletes get distracted & they turn to a savage
Turn to a savage yea you know I gotta have it
Big G Iceso I'm toating them ratchets
Back At it again know that I'm spinning a bin
All of my niggas gone win
Ion want no new friends fuck 12 free my twin
Know I bang 88 until the end
You don't want it with gang post on the 8 with them things
Real life this shit ain't no game
Want money fuck fame all of you niggas is lames
Remember I was switching them lanes
Lurking in traffic you know that I'm ready for action
On my way to go make a transaction
& you know that I ain't lacking try me & see if I'm capping
Choppa brake him down like a fraction
Real hunter 4real pop his ass like a pill
Better duck if your ass wanna live
I was sitting in jail Jmoney told me to chill but you know it is what it is
Bitch I keep a gun & you know I'm on the run
But I gotta handle my business
But ion even trip I'm finna take me a trip
We get that shit off the ship
Big glock & it hit you know it go with my fit
Try me ima up off the rip
Came home straight from jail & I'm right back at it
Finna cause hell in the city yea I'm right back at it
Take a lot of drugs to solve my problems but I promise I won't turn to a attic
Still riding around in traffic with that ratchet you won't catch me lacking
Get them Ps gone I'm the plug yea I'm right back at it
Yea busting down all these juggs yea I'm right back at it
I know how to double up the money brake it down & throw it in the plastic
I'm from the city where them athletes get distracted & they turn to a savage

Written by:
Jacori Walker

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