Let's do it Money man Go get your money man Go get your money Go get your money This one's white, we don't need it bitch Ounces in my mother*** Pantry Diamonds on a young nigga Dance, yeah, drop some banjos On some glass, yeah Drop your bitch off man that hoes so Nasty, huh, all about that Paper, can't miss a beat Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho One thing about me, yeah Gossip all that hoes ***, miss me with that Yeah, I could put you front line Just bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, yeah, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Don't wanna have to chase it down Buy them stacks cause I would blow your back Bring it back, let's go and throw it back Yeah Tryna show me that she bout it Bout it, bout it, yeah She bout it, bout it, yeah Take the charge and buy the shotty, say she bought it I gotta come for you, you shot it My lil' partner, lil' A lot while off the game, don't need your mileage As a chick, used to get the candle Mr. Charlie Nowadays I ride it for a bet, Mr. Charlie I got the candle now I'm sorry Mr. Charlie Ayy, she said you some Mother*** hood But you ain't no mother*** Good, might be right Gift and a curse, I take it all as blessing Know you *** with a real one No, no question Partner, you gon' get spent doing all that flexing So many oppa's shooting you straight Ain't no pressure Ain't no that man won't do you no blessing That's right Tryna teach a young nigga, flinch Tryna teach a young nigga, flinch Won't go nowhere, you ain't got no mind Worried about these hoes and you ain't got no mind Might well made it Might well made it Beat trouble baby Yeah Ounces in my mother*** Benz Damage on a young nigga Dance, yeah Drop some benzos on some Glass, yeah Drop your bitch on me, that hoes so nasty Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho One thing about me, yeah Gossip all that hoes ***, miss me with that Yeah, I could put you front line Yeah, bring it back, bring it back Yeah, bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, yeah Don't wanna have to chase you down Bout no stack, cause I will blow your back Bring it back, this hoe will throw it back Yeah I don't play no games, boy, I'm at your head All about the family, niggas took the pledge Now you gotta own up to that *** you said You can't push us to the edge Trouble from the edge Hit the gas and we outta there Do it for the sick because we started this I got a girl that used to ride around with Pac in this I gotta get at you, came from my lil' partner to Yeah Rich and me are heavy on the Watch Extra million just to see the Maybach drop Crest white smile on my Face Once I get to snapping, ain't nobody safe Reality gon' hit you We gon' hit you Either way, if they was with you, they gone with you Mike will made it Me in big trouble, baby Ounces in my motherfuckin' Pantry Diamonds on a young nigga Dance Drop some banjos on some Glass Drop your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty All about that paper, can't miss a beat Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho One thing about me Gossip all that hoe ***, miss me with that Yeah, yeah I could put you front line, just bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Yeah, bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, yeah Don't wanna have to chase it down Bout no stat, cause I will blow your back Bring it back, this hoe done throw it back Thanks for watching!