TBT

Lyrics

[Intro] BrentRambo Yo, uh, copy, uh, ayy [Chorus] How far you wanna go in the back? I'm new to this money, I'm foreign to that Poppin' these pinks, New York, I'm back She miss me 'cause my Florida racks She want me, I want more of the drink Love of my life, got bored of that [Verse] So my mind give me more to think And I can't take no more of that All bossed up, she ignorin' me But I want my lil' Tori back Trippin' on X, no more of that All my emotions got absorbed with that My son asked, "Why my water pink?" It hurt 'cause I ain't mean to show him that I gotta get my order back What the fuck I'ma do with forty racks? Besides spend a lot on hoes in Saks I hope it's more to rap But I care what my brothers think They started on my corner like Floyd dad How you want more of me? I'm rich but I still get sorta sad These lil' niggas big quarterbacks Big in the pocket, but avoid the sack Don't you get bored of that? Uh, hmm, ayy How you gon' lower me? I get high and adore the racks First to the money, I record the racks I can't see me goin' back [Interlude] Uh, ayy, ayy I can't see me, uh, ayy Ayy, ayy I can't see me, uh, ayy [Chorus] How far you wanna go in the back? I'm new to this money, I'm foreign to that Poppin' these pinks, New York, I'm back She miss me and my Florida racks She want me, I want more of the drink Love of my life, got bored of that Ayy Love of my life, got bored of that Ayy, ayy [Outro] How you want more of me? Uh, copy Uh, how you want more of me? Ayy How you want more of me? Yeah