Back At It Lyrics

Got these diamonds round my neck and my arms

Bitch it's a habit

Keep a 30 in the trunk of my car I'm too flashy

Told my mama don't u worry bout nothing

I'll make it happen

Then she saw me cooking eggs

She thought I was back at it

That's da right wrist

Left wrist

Money everywhere bitch when we step in

He talkin' wit his chest out

Dat choppa cave his chest in

My bitch from da islands but I fuck her at da Westin

You still gotta still ask yo mama

Can you bring a guest in

He hatin' let me make it hurt

My bitch bad don't play w her

Standing in dat kitchen so damn long

My fuckin' ankles hurt

We kno what ya bout lil nigga

We done seen ya paperwork

Cuban link my bracelet

That jacket straight from Pray for Us

Lil folks needa stop it

Not gangsta bitch u awkward

I'm sliding wit dem mobsters

One call and bodies droppin

I been a skinny nigga

But I'm heavy round my pockets

That money make a bitch do anything

Without a problem

These niggas hustle backwards

Bitch I'm moving forward

I used to want a track hawk

Now I think I want a porche

Her favorite spot da Waffle House

I took her ass to Georgia

They copy So like forgery

We ridin' on them Forgis

Got these diamonds round my neck and arms

Bitch it's a habit

Keep a 30 in the trunk of my car I'm too flashy

Told my mama don't u worry bout nothing

I'll make it happen

Then she saw me cooking eggs

She thought I was back at it