Circle Back

[Pre-Chorus]

(dulio, ラッ…力)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Private bitch, private jet (Woo)

Private crib, private lane, private fields, yeah

[Chorus]

When ya circle back, do you live for more?

When ya circle back, do you live at the morgue?

When ya circle back, who you think about? (Woo)

Ask me where my money at, got fifteen bank accounts

And you know the real Yeat back, oh you know it now

Yeah, yeah, I'ma show 'em now (Ooh)

When you comin' to our shows, tell 'em to jump around

When they pull up to our shows, then they jump around

Jump, jump, jump, jump (Jump, jump)

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump around

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump around

Jump

I'm on a alien planet, I'm on aliеn party

I'm on futuristic whips and futuristic cribs

I got futuristic guns, I shoot you and your kids

You a futuristic baby, put you in your crib

Wah, wah, wah, wah, cryin' like a bitch

You ain't got a lot of money, you're brokе as it is

But I'm so rich, yeah, I'm so rich

I got billionaire money, on my brodies

I know this guy, this money on Earth, put this money where Mars at

Why you lyin' about all that shit, yeah, we might have to pause that

[Verse]

I been rich since I came out the ballsack

Yeah, half your gang ain't gon' play with the boss, aye

Gon' pull up to Europe, I came for a mink then I cop me all of that

Yeah, I landed up there everytime and I show where they all at

[Pre-Chorus]

(dulio, ラッ…力)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Private bitch, private jet (Woo)

Private crib, private lane, private fields, yeah

[Chorus]

When ya circle back, do you live for more?

When ya circle back, do you live at the morgue?

When ya circle back, who you think about? (Woo)

Ask me where my money at, got fifteen bank accounts

And you know the real Yeat back, oh you know it now

Yeah, yeah, I'ma show 'em now (Ooh)

When you comin' to our shows, tell 'em to jump around

When they pull up to our shows, then they jump around

Jump, jump, jump, jump (Jump, jump)

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump around

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump around

Jump

I'm on a alien planet, I'm on alien party

I'm on futuristic whips and futuristic cribs

I got futuristic guns, I shoot you and your kids

You a futuristic baby, put you in your crib

Wah, wah, wah, wah, cryin' like a bitch

You ain't got a lot of money, you're broke as it is

But I'm so rich, yeah, I'm so rich

I got billionaire money, on my brodies

I know this guy, this money on Earth, put this money where Mars at

Why you lyin' about all that shit, yeah, we might have to pause that