Back To The Money - D-Lo, Boogie, Flo

Keep on rolling, I’m a keep on smoking!

New Orleans

To the beat, Oakland East

I don’t give a fuck about what they say

See, he’s from East Oak, and that’s why we call you, babe!

I don’t give a fuck about what we do

See, we’re from Louisiana after we finish knocking boots

It’s just back to the money, it’s back to the money

I need Franklin (damn, I need Franklin)

Back to the money (back, back to the money)

I need Franklin, we need fucking

It’s back to the money!

I need Franklin

Back, back, to the money!

We need fucking, I need fucking

Bitch back to the money!

I need some new haters cause they always start to like me

But I’m a switch it up, I’ll check it like

That was no spliterila

These niggas can’t see me like a

You ain’t none but a pussy with a dick, nigga

Pause!

That’s what I call a bitch, nigga!

Hey, I’ve been chilling with my Africans

Pimping on bad bitches full of activists!

I’m cut from the same cloth

It’s Philip Mitchell from

Packing pistols stupid aim, I won’t miss you!

I’m back to the money like I passed it up

I got a hundred bands, bet a hundred, I can match it up!

I’m Michael Jordan from the free

4−5 on me, starting knocking to the peep hole

I went from nada to a lot of things

Versace chains on and a lot of rings

I don’t give a fuck about what they say

See, he’s from East Oak, and that’s why we call you, babe!

I don’t give a fuck about what we do

See, we’re from Louisiana after we finish knocking boots

It’s just back to the money, it’s back to the money

I need Franklin (damn, I need Franklin)

Back to the money (back, back to the money)

I need Franklin, we need fucking

It’s back to the money!

I need Franklin

Back, back, to the money!

We need fucking, I need fucking

Bitch, back to the money!

I hit the pussy up just to tap on

FGM all these bitches act about

MOB, that mean I’m all about my cash

Ratchable hustle, I got it from my dad!

If I ain’t getting pussy, I’m getting paper

Me and Flo at the Lakers

After that we’re back to the guap

And I stop, middle finger to the cops

Riding through California, blowing marijuana

With another nigga chick cause I fuck longer

But I really want a best friend

When I’m done, it’s on to her next friend

Once you meet the the clothes fell

But a man can’t ring up a sell

Fuck it!

I left my hundred at the door, honey

I ain’t tripping cause I’m waiting

I don’t give a fuck about what they say

See, he’s from East Oak, and that’s why we call you, babe!

I don’t give a fuck about what we do

See, we’re from Louisiana after we finish knocking boots

It’s just back to the money, it’s back to the money

I need Franklin (damn, I need Franklin)

Back to the money (back, back to the money)

I need Franklin, we need fucking

It’s back to the money!

I need Franklin

Back, back, to the money!

We need fucking, I need fucking

Bitch, back to the money!