She be blowing up my phone
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
Baby girl you is a pretender
She done broke my heart
She acting like she don't remember
You, i won't remember
Yeah i had forget her
She be telling lies
Not surprised
Cus that shit not new to me
Catch me dead if i ever fall for her foolery
Iced out, i don't even need no f*cking jewelry
Bitch i'm flex up
Want me cus i'm next up
I done ran a check up
Yeah you gotta catch up
Speeding in my race car
Treat it like a track car
Only after cash
And i chase it like a track star
Always in the city
Never see me on ya radar
Now we in the front
Was in the back just like a cop car
Blowing up my phone
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
She be blowing up my phone
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
I don't think that they will understand
(They don't understand)
I'm by my lonely, i don't need no friends
(I don't need no friends)
I'm bout my s's all way to the end
(To the end)
Can't wait to see they faces when this pans out
Ain't nobody helping
But they always got they hands out
I don't do no features
No, i can't help ya mans out
(Nope)
On the low
Push the pedal to floor
Yeah my whip is way too low
Shit is always scraping floors
They don't know
You don't wanna see me pissed off
Ya f*cked me over
Don't be talking to me crisscrossed
Im hella young
And you talking to a big boss
A new one and she always keep her lips soft
She be blowing up my phone
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
She be blowing up my phone
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
Right Back Video (MV)
Performed By: Jawill Owens
Length: 3:07
Written by: Dequantes Lamar, Jay Wayne Jenkins, Jeffrey Williams, Tyree Cinque Simmons, Michael Hernandez
Jawill Owens - Right Back Lyrics
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She be blowing up my phone
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
Baby girl you is a pretender
She done broke my heart
She acting like she don't remember
You, i won't remember
Yeah i had forget her
She be telling lies
Not surprised
Cus that shit not new to me
Catch me dead if i ever fall for her foolery
Iced out, i don't even need no f*cking jewelry
Bitch i'm flex up
Want me cus i'm next up
I done ran a check up
Yeah you gotta catch up
Speeding in my race car
Treat it like a track car
Only after cash
And i chase it like a track star
Always in the city
Never see me on ya radar
Now we in the front
Was in the back just like a cop car
Blowing up my phone
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
She be blowing up my phone
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
I don't think that they will understand
(They don't understand)
I'm by my lonely, i don't need no friends
(I don't need no friends)
I'm bout my s's all way to the end
(To the end)
Can't wait to see they faces when this pans out
Ain't nobody helping
But they always got they hands out
I don't do no features
No, i can't help ya mans out
(Nope)
On the low
Push the pedal to floor
Yeah my whip is way too low
Shit is always scraping floors
They don't know
You don't wanna see me pissed off
Ya f*cked me over
Don't be talking to me crisscrossed
Im hella young
And you talking to a big boss
A new one and she always keep her lips soft
She be blowing up my phone
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
She be blowing up my phone
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
Baby girl you is a pretender
She done broke my heart
She acting like she don't remember
You, i won't remember
Yeah i had forget her
She be telling lies
Not surprised
Cus that shit not new to me
Catch me dead if i ever fall for her foolery
Iced out, i don't even need no f*cking jewelry
Bitch i'm flex up
Want me cus i'm next up
I done ran a check up
Yeah you gotta catch up
Speeding in my race car
Treat it like a track car
Only after cash
And i chase it like a track star
Always in the city
Never see me on ya radar
Now we in the front
Was in the back just like a cop car
Blowing up my phone
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
She be blowing up my phone
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
I don't think that they will understand
(They don't understand)
I'm by my lonely, i don't need no friends
(I don't need no friends)
I'm bout my s's all way to the end
(To the end)
Can't wait to see they faces when this pans out
Ain't nobody helping
But they always got they hands out
I don't do no features
No, i can't help ya mans out
(Nope)
On the low
Push the pedal to floor
Yeah my whip is way too low
Shit is always scraping floors
They don't know
You don't wanna see me pissed off
Ya f*cked me over
Don't be talking to me crisscrossed
Im hella young
And you talking to a big boss
A new one and she always keep her lips soft
She be blowing up my phone
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
She be blowing up my phone
Waiting for a text back
I ain't worried bout no love
You know i can't stress that
I done blew a whole check
Then i got it right back
Then i count it right back
Bitch you know i'm bout that
Writer: Dequantes Lamar, Jay Wayne Jenkins, Jeffrey Williams, Tyree Cinque Simmons, Michael Hernandez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, ANTHONY ALEXANDER AMOS, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, ANTHONY ALEXANDER AMOS, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.