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

Back To The Money

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!