Lloyd Banks - Bring It Back lyrics

Small paper forget it, big money I'm with it I'm smoking good you can smell it though I got hella dough come get it When you hot the hoes come with it they drop it low and split it Then bring it back up and make it clap yup, she pitchin and I just hit it Ho get off my fitted, polo horse I'm jiggy You ain't gotta ask if she digg me, of course she did I'm witty I'm a product of my city, that 2Pac and that Biggie My j**els pop with that pretty and I'm shoeboxing that kitty I'm too hot to f** with me, I'll chamber you I'm flameable, untameable Made a name for blue I done think I done find my own lane or two Brake the brick what I came to do VVS's now chain is blue Them n***as done got you ga**ed up, too much of that propane in you My diamonds bright all kind of white rap JJ I'm dynamite n***as still writing them diss raps? n***as lame and I'm not that type Sleep on me, let the mack pinch you please n***a yo swag simple My flow hot as my last b**h, she a rat now her a** crippled Hey, hey, hey I think I finally done found my way Yeah, yeah I get some p**y 'bout 2 times a day No, no You ain't gon trap me, ain't no trap for macks Go, go Girl turn your a** around, and bring it back Come here baby, we the n***as you wan be standing by I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high I got that street sound, I'm gettin to it and I'm fly Everything I got is sick, illest man alive Hottest n***a in my city, ain't no way that I can possibly chill Illest n***a around, that's one hell of a hospital bill Can't seem to find my top, if you boys want proof listen "Hello, 911 I'd like to report my roof missing!" Last seen on my lambo coupe, look sick it needs Campbell soup Bet your man ain't go these, I don't think you want to gamble boo Studio with my hood chick, True religions and bamble hoops Laid back coming up with sh**, she give me head while the sample loops p**y on the low low, call my 'rari Polo You obviously love my old hoes, new meaning for YOLO All you n***as gon' learn today, I'm the teacher, I'm the tutor Few Ray Allens couple cuties, and by Ray Allens I mean the shooters Serious as a heart attack, your girlfriend said she aim groovy Curious as a white girl, like hearing something in a scary movie Don't get in that car girl, last time you're gonna hear from her Lost his b**h, I bring her back like next time be more careful bro Hey, hey, hey I think I finally done found my way Yeah, yeah I get some p**y 'bout 2 times a day No, no You ain't gon trap me, ain't no trap for macks Go, go Girl turn your a** around, and bring it back Come here baby, we the n***as you wan be standing by I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high I got that street sound, I'm gettin to it and I'm fly Everything I got is sick, illest man alive