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How come gettin' money never gets boring?
How come gettin' money never gets boring?
Baby, I've got a stack now what you gonna do for it?
Can you bring it back like a *** chorus?

Can you bring it back?
Back, back, back, back, back, back
Can you bring it back?
Back, back, back, back like a *** chorus

Back on my set, tool in my hand
Big money was the plan so I'm back where I started
Back where it come from, back where we went with it
Third wall soldier out the Phantom doing big business

Situation's thick, you got the homie toting two two's
Comin' back old school, did it like he want to
Headed to the pen, now he back up on the slab
Big money of the ab, hundred G's in cash

Brand new whip, old school Caddy
The dump truck, a stash spot
Then came up, it's more 1's ***
Versace sheets, serve is more money in the new fleet

How come gettin' money never gets boring?
How come gettin' money never gets boring?
Baby, I've got a stack now what you gonna do for it?
Can you bring it back like a *** chorus?

Can you bring it back?
Back, back, back, back, back, back
Can you bring it back?
Back, back, back, back like a *** chorus

Bought a new Phantom, suede with the gators
Brand new Louis, always ready to spray it
Like father, like son, money is a must
These *** we don't trust

Brand new trucks, shined every summer, ran with the numbers
Stash spot cool, got a 50 piece humming
Back up on my saddle, hustle for my shine
Just an ordinary *** on a million dollar grind

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Big timer old school, new school
Is more money, homie
More money, more money, more money, homie
My *** paid Cavalli Shades, blowin' haze everyday

How come gettin' money never gets boring?
How come gettin' money never gets boring?
Baby, I've got a stack now what you gonna do for it?
Can you bring it back like a *** chorus?

Can you bring it back?
Back, back, back, back, back, back
Can you bring it back?
Back, back, back, back like a *** chorus

Flip another hundred, get another hundred
Spend another hundred, burn another hundred
Blow another hundred, *** another hundred
Get big money, stuntin' on a hundred

50 whips, extra clips did it for the sunshine
Garbage bag full hard body with a fire line
Flip another brick, drink a little dip
Stunna island ***, shinin' with a bad ***

AR ***, riding skinny tires
Fully loaded high when you floatin' in the sky
Rockin' Gucci blades, ridin' triple blades
Tax on the face of *** been paid

How come gettin' money never gets boring?
How come gettin' money never gets boring?
Baby, I've got a stack now what you gonna do for it?
Can you bring it back like a *** chorus?

Can you bring it back?
Back, back, back, back, back, back
Can you bring it back?
Back, back, back, back like *** a chorus

Can you bring it back?
Can you bring it back?
Can you bring it back?