Bring It Back

Ladies and gentlemen, people with jobs

People without jobs, middle class

Upper class, high class all that

Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks

Elderly people and twerkers

I present to you

Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh

Fre-fre-f-fresh

Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh

Fre-fre-f-fr

Young ladies

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump

Put ya back in, back out and do the hump

Put ya hands on ya knees

And bend ya rump

Put ya back in, back out and do the hump

Well I'm fly as son of a gun, son

Of a stunna yep, high as a 7-5-7 goin'

To heaven no

Weezy F your reverend

Preach about me I'm the God, 1-7

Apple and E

I'm the Cash Money Machiavelli

Y'all ain't ready, quick fast

Like Tom Petty, y'all just petty

Eighty two, I was born ready, I'm too ready y'all

Betty Crocker baller blockers I'm too heavy

Meatball Lamborghini, top

Spaghetti, seats Ragu, uh twenty to shoot

Oh me and you got plenty to do

I don't need no pool, I'm swimming in you

And I sleep with the sharks, shorty

On the water water, and I Beamer eight hundred forty mama

Shake something for me, and it

Don't make sense if it don't make that money

I'm a take that money

I'm straight Cash Money

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump

Put ya back in, back out and do the hump

Put ya hands on ya knees

And bend ya rump

Put ya back in, back out and do the hump

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I take off my brim, moment of silence

For the homeboy Souljah Slim

Yeah

Frontin' round here will get ya back chopped off

We do our own thing

We don't act like y'all

I say black

White walls with the backs wiped off

Y'all lil' busters just a tax write off

I'm a stand up guy, not the type that

Fall, we don't breed them kind but they bleed just fine

Yup Weezy the don, homie read between the lines

If you can't, boy, read ma 9

I'm going hard in the paint like Diesel time

Either I'm the illest cat doing it or these cats is losing it

I be easy, Fall back and be cool wit it

Pallbearer is moving it

Their flow, I'm through it wit'

I'm the shh, no no, I'm sewer rich

Weezy F Baby I do this here!

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump

Put ya back in, back out and do the hump

Put ya hands on ya knees

And bend ya rump

Put ya back in, back out and do the hump

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

A old school gangsta, mack like the eighties

I look like Cita and act like Baby, yup

You play wit' me I react like the navy

Or better yet the army y'all gon' need them for me

And ya head is a bleeping target

You don't want me to see you wit' ma peeking Tommys

Wizzle fizzle I keep in New Orleans

Sleeping with women that sleep wit' the Hornets

A country boy in something foreign

'Bout a hundred thousand more than what you're in

You not 'bout it, you freeze up like popsicles

Pop up on bicycles

Pop y'all like spy pimples, yup Wizzle fizzle

Original hot bizzle, still Lil' Wayne

But the dividends not little

Yeah don't be surprised how the ground feel

Get down, get down, put up then footprints

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump

Put ya back in, back out and do the hump

Put ya hands on ya knees

And bend ya rump

Put ya back in, back out and do the hump

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

Ay, the best rapper alive

Since the best rapper retired, yea yea

Yea, the best rapper alive, yea yea

Since the best rapper retired