Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break to blow a stack
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break collect the cash
And then we get back to it
Yo quiero grande pesos
Speak the lingo like a huncho
Bitch I'm Rambo in the jungle
Keep the poker like a hunter
I can find out where you slumber
Tie yo bitch up hang yo daughter
Futuristic with the hit stick
Teleport and then i slaughter
Laser beams I'm Austin powers
Smoking gs emitting louder
Bag of colors smelling sour
Call that shit them astro flowers
Stacking money like that power
Know I do it every hour
You aint even gotta ask
O.G. astro whipped the flask
O.g. astro did the math
O.g astro got the mask
Moon walking on yo grass
30 tucked and thats yo ass
Late at night or early morning
Make yo people cry and murn
Chop ya up and make ya burn
Then get back to it my nigga I'm gone
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break to blow a stack
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break collect the cash
And then we get back to it
I'm running through the money like Jake
Creamitate you spread ya dust in a lake
I'm on the road
I want the gold
And I'm going hard no play
Imma typhoon in the early noon
I bring the weather like may
Thats a left book and a right hook
Then uppercut straight to yo face
Im the single spade like ace
Shoes tied no lace
Spray ya like a can of mace
Round house bruised face
Round table card play
Boss talk all the way
Gangsta meeting is ajurned
Pay attention and you'll learn
How to weigh it
How to cut it
Then you gotta f*ck around and remix it
I show you better than I tell you
Listen imma chemist in the kitchen
Mesured up with precision
I'm so cold like its christmas
I can shoot you right between the eyes
Have you baby momma pussy drippin
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a brake and light the blunt
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a brake to hit a lick
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break to blow a stack
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break collect the cash
And then we get back to it
O.G. Astro
O.G. Astro - Back to It Lyrics
O.G. Astro - Back to It Lyrics
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Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break to blow a stack
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break collect the cash
And then we get back to it
Yo quiero grande pesos
Speak the lingo like a huncho
Bitch I'm Rambo in the jungle
Keep the poker like a hunter
I can find out where you slumber
Tie yo bitch up hang yo daughter
Futuristic with the hit stick
Teleport and then i slaughter
Laser beams I'm Austin powers
Smoking gs emitting louder
Bag of colors smelling sour
Call that shit them astro flowers
Stacking money like that power
Know I do it every hour
You aint even gotta ask
O.G. astro whipped the flask
O.g. astro did the math
O.g astro got the mask
Moon walking on yo grass
30 tucked and thats yo ass
Late at night or early morning
Make yo people cry and murn
Chop ya up and make ya burn
Then get back to it my nigga I'm gone
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break to blow a stack
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break collect the cash
And then we get back to it
I'm running through the money like Jake
Creamitate you spread ya dust in a lake
I'm on the road
I want the gold
And I'm going hard no play
Imma typhoon in the early noon
I bring the weather like may
Thats a left book and a right hook
Then uppercut straight to yo face
Im the single spade like ace
Shoes tied no lace
Spray ya like a can of mace
Round house bruised face
Round table card play
Boss talk all the way
Gangsta meeting is ajurned
Pay attention and you'll learn
How to weigh it
How to cut it
Then you gotta f*ck around and remix it
I show you better than I tell you
Listen imma chemist in the kitchen
Mesured up with precision
I'm so cold like its christmas
I can shoot you right between the eyes
Have you baby momma pussy drippin
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a brake and light the blunt
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a brake to hit a lick
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break to blow a stack
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break collect the cash
And then we get back to it
O.G. Astro
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break to blow a stack
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break collect the cash
And then we get back to it
Yo quiero grande pesos
Speak the lingo like a huncho
Bitch I'm Rambo in the jungle
Keep the poker like a hunter
I can find out where you slumber
Tie yo bitch up hang yo daughter
Futuristic with the hit stick
Teleport and then i slaughter
Laser beams I'm Austin powers
Smoking gs emitting louder
Bag of colors smelling sour
Call that shit them astro flowers
Stacking money like that power
Know I do it every hour
You aint even gotta ask
O.G. astro whipped the flask
O.g. astro did the math
O.g astro got the mask
Moon walking on yo grass
30 tucked and thats yo ass
Late at night or early morning
Make yo people cry and murn
Chop ya up and make ya burn
Then get back to it my nigga I'm gone
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break to blow a stack
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break collect the cash
And then we get back to it
I'm running through the money like Jake
Creamitate you spread ya dust in a lake
I'm on the road
I want the gold
And I'm going hard no play
Imma typhoon in the early noon
I bring the weather like may
Thats a left book and a right hook
Then uppercut straight to yo face
Im the single spade like ace
Shoes tied no lace
Spray ya like a can of mace
Round house bruised face
Round table card play
Boss talk all the way
Gangsta meeting is ajurned
Pay attention and you'll learn
How to weigh it
How to cut it
Then you gotta f*ck around and remix it
I show you better than I tell you
Listen imma chemist in the kitchen
Mesured up with precision
I'm so cold like its christmas
I can shoot you right between the eyes
Have you baby momma pussy drippin
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a brake and light the blunt
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a brake to hit a lick
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break to blow a stack
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take a break to count it up
And then we get back to it
Get back to it
Get back to it
Take A break collect the cash
And then we get back to it
O.G. Astro
Writer: Christopher Pearson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid