Get Back Lyrics

I'm too smooth with the moves like my hair was slicked back

Shawty fucked my homie playing petty with her get back

I can't vibe with too much fake, this is not a kickback

So get back

Yatta why you move how you move cause I'm on my own

Nineteen ninety-five born alive sitting on my throne

Don't compare me to nobody, Gucci Mane I'm not a clone

If you ain't chasing that bag then it's something wrong

She's black but act like a yellow bone

She's short & sweet I call her honeycomb

The money calling on my other phone

Then I do my money dance, Yatta Puffy Combs

I'm too real, I'm too trill, I got all the skills

I'm an All Star watch me ball(d) like Little Bill

Gotta hustle & flow

I'm too scared to be broke

If you don't hustle in the streets, you need your card revoked

Fourth quarter, down by two, I don't need no free throws

Toronto Raptors I just won, accomplished the goal

Watch these snakes, they so nosy tell em touch on they nose

Michael Jackson, I can't let none of you fuck with my bros

Never hiding out

Money is the language so I don't know what you talking bout

Get that money, save it up & vibe, that's the safer route

If I run out of paper then I'm like the trap in a drought

Pretty much I want the bag, I don't even need the clout

As long as you know my name

Don't wear it out like a icy chain

Keep this loud pack in my brain

That's the way I maintain

I can't get stuck in my lane

I can't get stuck in my lane

Foreign exchange, Immigration, I tell em

Get back

I'm too smooth with the moves like my hair was slicked back

Shawty fucked my homie playing petty with her get back

I can't vibe with too much fake, this is not a kickback

So get back