Arradon - Bring It Back

Flexing for my niggas in the jail and in the grave
First generation millionaire gone be my name
The nicest getting Spicy like I'm eating on Elaines
The money on my mind cause really there's no other way
Like Wesley snipes in 95 I'm on the money train
My Migo gone invest he tryna go legit today
My J-Lo on the payroll she gone do what I say
Erykuh Badu what a day what a day

2 4 6 8
Prolly sip my drank straight
Quarter mill half a mill whole meal
Ay ay
Gucci Louis Prada my designer prolly black owned
Only in the streets to get some change and bring it back home

Let me talk my shit
White chalk adlibs
This the realist
Let me introduce you to the realist
You feel me
I been on my grind to get a milly
Ya feel me
Gotta get it
Even if it kill me
So much money need a rake
I hope you got it when the pistol drawn
Might be to gangsta might save it for another song
Statistically we still the bottom of the totem pole
I do my dirt all by my lonely so I know who told

2 4 6 8
Prolly sip my drank straight
Quarter mill half a mill whole meal
Ay ay
Gucci Louis Prada my designer prolly black owned
Only in the streets to get some change and bring it back home
2 4 6 8
Prolly sip my drank straight
Quarter mill half a mill whole meal
Ay ay
Gucci Louis Prada my designer prolly black owned
Only in the streets to get some change and bring it back home

Only In these streets to get some change
Ain't it mayne
Cross me we will never be the same
Ain't it mayne
Claiming what I claim but ain't
Ain't it mayne
Swerving but I'm staying in my lane
I'm just saying

Allah know I ain't perfect but I try to play the game by the book
On the south side back in 99 we was jammin on Stoney crook
See you's mark thats a fact real nigga don't act like that you must be confused
Niggas shook I mean I was too but when it's everyday you gone be immune
2418 taught me abcs like ps and qs
How to rob somn how to box somn
How to creep delete and snooze
Losing no sleep having cold feet tell the truth could never be you
I can catch fire I can hold fire If I fye fye pick a tomb
Got church Sunday hit the corner store for the bootleg after the kappa
Wanna be a baller shot caller 20 inch blades gotta take gambles
A lil DMX on repeat Suavehouse Ball MJG
If you seen the shit they was rappin bout then you know why I play for keeps
Pass it to my bro like a G suppose
Like Sauce we need to buckets
Bro so thowed when they shot at us he chased the car like Joe Budden
In my bag check my luggage
Ima roll witcha go score witcha
Go platinum silver and gold witcha
Po a duece and a big mo
On trip don't trip

2 4 6 8
Prolly sip my drank straight
Quarter mill half a mill whole meal
Ay ay
Gucci Louis Prada my designer prolly black owned
Only in the streets to get some change and bring it back home
2 4 6 8
Prolly sip my drank straight
Quarter mill half a mill whole meal
Ay ay
Gucci Louis Prada my designer prolly black owned
Only in the streets to get some change and bring it back

Written by:
Kevin Arradondo

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