A6 - Bring It Back lyrics

[Verse 1:Lloyd Banks] Small paper forget it, big money I'm with it I'm smoking good you can smell it though I got hella dough come get it When you hot the hoes come with it they drop it low and split it Then bring it back up and make it clap yup, she pitchin and I just hit it Ho get off my fitted, polo horse I'm jiggy You ain't gotta ask if she digg me, of course she did im witty Im a product of my city, that 2Pac and that Biggie My j**els pop with that pretty and im shoeboxing that kitty Im too hot to f** with me, I'll chamber you im flameable, untameable Made a name for blue I done think I done find my own lane or two Brake the brick what I came to do VVS's now chain is blue Them n***as done got you ga**ed up, too much of that propane in you My diamonds bright all kind of white rap JJ im dynamite n***as still writing them diss raps? n***as lame and im not that type Sleep on me, let the mack pinch you please n***a yo swag simple My flow hot as my last b**h, she a rat now her a** crippled [Hook] Hey, hey, hey I think I finally done found my way Yeah, yeah I get some p**y ‘bout 2 times a day No, no You ain't gon trap me, ain't no trap for macks Go, go Girl turn your a** around, and bring it back Come here baby, we the n***as you wan be standing by I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high I got that street sound, I'm gettin to it and i'm fly Everything I got is sick, illest man alive [Verse 2:Fabolous] Hottest n***a in my city, ain't no way that I can possibly chill Illest n***a around, that's one hell of a hospital bill Can't seem to find my top, if you boys want proof listen "Hello, 911 I'd like to report my roof missing!" Last seen on my lambo coupe, look sick it needs Campbell soup Bet your man ain't go these, I don't think you want to gamble boo Studio with my hood chick, True Religions and bamboo hoops Laid back coming up with sh**, she give me head while the sample loops Horsey on that logo, call my 'rari Polo You obviously love my old hoes, new meaning for YOLO All you n***as gon' learn today, im the teacher, im the tutor A few Ray Allens, a couple cuties, and by Ray Allens I mean the shooters Serious as a heart attack, your girlfriend said she heard I'm groovy Curious as a white girl, like hearing something in a scary movie Dont get in that car girl, last time you're gonna hear from her Lost his b**h, I bring her back like next time be more careful bro [Hook] [Verse 3:Lloyd Banks] Old money's my lady, new money's my baby Pimp cup, getting licked up by few b**hes, I'm lazy If it's 2 trips, I want 80, these cool kids doin' crazy You rocking with the most shady, keep tools gripped, it ain't gravy All I know is liquor and two of us, she prolly gon' touch all of us I'm in my own zone, my flow's grown, I made mine up on the short bus Watch me hit my number again I'm out that slum I come to win He with me then he fam', dawg, cross him and I'm jumping in Homeboy I got pumpkin skin, that mean sh** don't get to me My b**h don't care about no other name, she just want know Tiffany If looks can k** we'd be all dead, speed boat trips I'm sick of sea I asked her for some bomb head, she told me "No Diggity" One love to my family, you don't look like no kin to me Back hand like the Wimbledon, she's goin' off my energy So much soul I'mma live again, ay girl go in the crib at 10 Play games I'll kick your a** out, put that on my Timberlands