Lean Back (Remix)

[Verse 1: Gravy] It ain't where you from, it's where you at, nigga We from Brooklyn, New York, we make it happen I push coke, man, bang out still I'm a problem, I'm too real, neck on chill New flow, new deal, spent a quarter a mill' I'm from the bottom, chasing stardom You can read about Gravy in a gossip column Most of the time, I'm out the country somewhere tanning Number one draft pick, like Eli Manning I'm about to put the game in a yoke Don't care if you back just a Catholic, I bang at the pope Ain't no future in being broke, nope That's why I'm cutting grams and I'm moving the coke I ain't nevеr had, I'm supposed to brag I got the '05 Jag parked on Nostrand Avе' Got Brooklyn on my back, Bed-Stuy to be exact, fall back [Chorus: Gravy] My niggas don't dance, keep the gun in they pants Now fall back 'fore we pop away Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back My niggas don't dance, keep the gun in they pants Now fall back 'fore we pop away Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back [Verse 2: Foxy Brown] Y'all bitches better know what is about when Fox get in the club Ten Brooklyn wolves, hands on a snub In the Saleen S7, murking out We through Patchen and Ralph with the Birkin pouch And keeps the butterscotch Hermès duffle Brooklyn niggas don't dance, motherfucker, we hustle and get it popping Yeah, Fox still keep the gat in the stocking And me and Grav', like Jay and Dash, we rocking The whole hood wanna know what up with Fox deal S dot Carter, nigga, 75 mill' Na Na lay back in the face of the Maybach Heard my nigga Mase is back Y'all ain't talking slick now, y'all slow-flow niggas is sick now I ain't got no comment on Kim trial Brooklyn [Chorus: Gravy] My niggas don't dance, keep the gun in they pants Now fall back 'fore we pop away Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back My niggas don't dance, keep the gun in they pants Now fall back 'fore we pop away Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back