[Hook: Blu]
Two-fifty on the hat, couple hundred on a sack
Ben Franklins in them racks, nigga, yeah (Bring it back)
Twenty hocks for the wap, sixty Gs for the track
Three stacks for the rap, nigga, uh (Bring it back)
It’s a wrap, then put it on that track, then it crack
They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back
Uh (Bang)
They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back
[Verse 1: M.E.D]
She swallowed my blessing, this just a lesson from
The essence is freshest flesh of aluminum drum beat
Under a chest or settle under my speech
Like thunder in a bottle to keep
Creep wit 'em, meeting wisdom, greet sinners, kin alike
Free-spenders, endless spending the days, buying the night
Newborns sparkin' her life, she like living to breathe
Sleeve pullin', like look at where we took it from dreams
Rhyme Crooklyn in the booklet with a CA theme
She feeling like codeine on a Sunday evening, I mean
Really when the pain ease, please
Bought some praline, baby gotta spring clean and leave
Summer fling, butter cut-up, lust on a freak
Never come up when we speak, maybe "whatup" when we meet
Sweet memories alone, with a bonus sip of Hennessy
Phone ringin' while thinking, “will she remember me?”
And we did it
[Hook: Blu]
Two-fifty on the hat, couple hundred on a sack
Three Gs for the flat, nigga, yeah
Seven-fifty on them slacks, put it with them matching jacks
Cutting numbers, no tat, nigga (Bring it back)
It’s a wrap, then put it on that track, then it crack
They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back
Back, uh (Bring it back)
They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back
[Verse 2: Blu]
Ayo, she cook good, look good, handle my business
When she pushin' through the hood, like it's nobody's business
I done shook sugar's hand, we danced out in Vegas
What would make you think I wouldn’t speak it like a major?
Make your mind up, Maybelline, them Maybachs in Madison Square
He lit the garden that was parked in the air
Pardon me, darling, it's been a hard year
I keep pushin' like we been all here, humble my hero and keep God in here
The dark tears stain that Versace that she bought me
All she wanted was that paper folded up, no origami
Gold ropes fell on her gorgeous body, she know folk (Folk)
Act like she don’t, throw that, tighten that aura around me
Found an astounding down piece (Piece), she house me on the daily (Daily)
She call me a baby, just to shower me
She proud to be claimed (Claimed), she keep the power clean
It’s a dream, straight out a magazine, with the baddest team
She knew what perfect was, she wore it like a purse
Short skirt, shirt in a knot, how could I not?
(Turn it up a notch) For them knots, 'cause we been have-nots
But we forget about it all when that track drop
[Hook: Blu]
Two-fifty on the hat, couple hundred on a sack
Three Gs for the flat, nigga, yeah
Seven-fifty on them slacks, put it with them matching jacks
Cutting numbers, no tat, nigga (Bring it back)
It’s a wrap, then put it on that track, then it crack
They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back
Back, uh (Bring it back)
They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back
[Verse 3: Oh No]
Yeah, she like to rap, she use my package as a Christmas gifts
Then unravel the Mac, and didn’t wanna take it back
The sheet's king sized, send it to the laundromat
The scene be changing, only 'cause she wanna clean the rack
Now the scent is smelling like fresh linen, quite refreshing
With a twist of the lemon, rockin' like John Lennon
Old endings, to new beginnings
The worlds keeps spinning – ol' girl, she keeps spending
Sprinkle some of that kief on the leaves, she see the difference
Ignoring the blissful ignorance, she 'bout her business
As the Benjamins go green, while I visited
Hopefully, you were listening, so we can get intimate
Some live 'til forever then pray a life would be infinite
But I just need a moment in time before I get rid of it
I need to benefit, as beneficial to who is gettin' it
We always want more than taking little bits
[Hook: Blu]
Two-fifty on the hat, couple hundred on a sack
Three Gs for the flat, nigga, yeah
Seven-fifty on them slacks, put it with them matching jacks
Cutting numbers, no tat, nigga (Bring it back)
It’s a wrap, then put it on that track, then it crack
They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back
Back, uh (Bring it back)
They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back
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