I'll Be Back

[Hook]

Hundred dollar billin’, quater million on my car

Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow

Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow

Audi, Bentley, brand new Aston mar’

Everything I smoke’s potent you can smell it from a far

Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow

Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow

Purple, Hindu, chronic by the jar

[Verse 1]

Ahh, so you like gin and jello

Baby girl shake like she shake it for dinero

Bitches rush the sides for my silho(uette)

Wet neck got my temperature below zero

Fifty grand earlobe, and a pound for a pillow

You met a lot of models, I know how they feel though

Asian and Brazil hoe, touching me where the steel go

Hits of that real dro like a Holyfield blow

Got doe? Dido, it’s coming by the kilo

Unlucky nigga widowed when I’m lowering my window

Got the biggest cross you done seen thus far

A star, rolling usually out the jar, plush car

Subpar ass niggas getting aggy out the mouth

When the wolves on you’re gonna have

To drag him out the house, drag him in a cell

Snitch made for ratting I can tell

Wiring their chest, squeezing all the traffic to the cell

[Hook]

Hundred dollar billin’, quater million on my car

Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow

Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow

Audi, Bentley, brand new Aston mar’

Got that gucci and that Louie on that you ain’t never saw

Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow

Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow

What time is it? Three? I’ll be back at four

[Verse 2]

Well, we ain’t the ones to flex on, we always got the sket on

Step on, or get three to your head, like Stephon

Whoever thought I’d see this after seing what i’ve seen

Went from dancing with the devil to a G in magazines

Bring the beamer back to Queens

You should see him how he leans

Rolling, the neighborhood put G into my genes

I got a swagger you don’t see in Human beings

Fiend, put me in the museum with the green

Mean, spell my name with a Bentley "B"

Bitches think of dollar signs when you mention me

P.L.K, spitter of the century

We run the city, and they ain't make an extra key

Shorty holla if you see me in the street

Let me hit, you'll fuck around and see me in your sleep

You see me out, you see me in a fleet

Benzes and BMW’s with chrome feet

[Hook]

Hundred dollar billin’, quater million on my car

Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow

Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow

Audi, Bentley, brand new Aston mar’

Got that gucci and that Louie on that you ain’t never saw

Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow

Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow

What time is it? Three? I’ll be back at four