Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Yea yea
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
I put blue faces inside of my wallet
But it won't fold so I made a deposit
N****s be hating they just need to stop it
I won't entertain if it don't come with profit
I feel like a prophet y'all need to stop watching my pockets
Stop worrying about who got it
Y'all bitches y'all gossip
My name rings like sonic
When he hit a spike from robotnik
But let's change the topic
N****s get jealous when you're doing well
Bitches gone f*ck for a bill that's just how it is
Thumbing through it with no deal
I'm on a roll like wheel
Tryna give my ma a mil
How tf you hating still
Bitch I go hard call me steel
You fake if you brag that you're real
That's just how I feel murder on my mind still
N***a
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Yea yea
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Imma flex with it cause I know I got it
Won't make a move if it ain't about profit
It's up like a rocket
I've been plugged in like a socket
You dickriding n****s just stop it
I think I might buy a patek
I might put some rocks on my neck
They dripping it's wet
You don't wanna disrespect
Cause You gone regret I know you don't wanna die yet
Get me a check imma go get me a check
I don't want sex I want neck
Got me a bag now I've been out popping tags
I got options n**** next
Get me a check imma go get me a check
I don't want sex I want neck
Got me a bag now I've been out popping tags
I got options n**** next
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Yea yea
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Tony Da Kidd - Get It Back Lyrics
Tony Da Kidd - Get It Back Lyrics
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Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Yea yea
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
I put blue faces inside of my wallet
But it won't fold so I made a deposit
N****s be hating they just need to stop it
I won't entertain if it don't come with profit
I feel like a prophet y'all need to stop watching my pockets
Stop worrying about who got it
Y'all bitches y'all gossip
My name rings like sonic
When he hit a spike from robotnik
But let's change the topic
N****s get jealous when you're doing well
Bitches gone f*ck for a bill that's just how it is
Thumbing through it with no deal
I'm on a roll like wheel
Tryna give my ma a mil
How tf you hating still
Bitch I go hard call me steel
You fake if you brag that you're real
That's just how I feel murder on my mind still
N***a
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Yea yea
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Imma flex with it cause I know I got it
Won't make a move if it ain't about profit
It's up like a rocket
I've been plugged in like a socket
You dickriding n****s just stop it
I think I might buy a patek
I might put some rocks on my neck
They dripping it's wet
You don't wanna disrespect
Cause You gone regret I know you don't wanna die yet
Get me a check imma go get me a check
I don't want sex I want neck
Got me a bag now I've been out popping tags
I got options n**** next
Get me a check imma go get me a check
I don't want sex I want neck
Got me a bag now I've been out popping tags
I got options n**** next
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Yea yea
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Yea yea
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
I put blue faces inside of my wallet
But it won't fold so I made a deposit
N****s be hating they just need to stop it
I won't entertain if it don't come with profit
I feel like a prophet y'all need to stop watching my pockets
Stop worrying about who got it
Y'all bitches y'all gossip
My name rings like sonic
When he hit a spike from robotnik
But let's change the topic
N****s get jealous when you're doing well
Bitches gone f*ck for a bill that's just how it is
Thumbing through it with no deal
I'm on a roll like wheel
Tryna give my ma a mil
How tf you hating still
Bitch I go hard call me steel
You fake if you brag that you're real
That's just how I feel murder on my mind still
N***a
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Yea yea
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Imma flex with it cause I know I got it
Won't make a move if it ain't about profit
It's up like a rocket
I've been plugged in like a socket
You dickriding n****s just stop it
I think I might buy a patek
I might put some rocks on my neck
They dripping it's wet
You don't wanna disrespect
Cause You gone regret I know you don't wanna die yet
Get me a check imma go get me a check
I don't want sex I want neck
Got me a bag now I've been out popping tags
I got options n**** next
Get me a check imma go get me a check
I don't want sex I want neck
Got me a bag now I've been out popping tags
I got options n**** next
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Yea yea
Ayy F*ck it up and get it back
Getting that cash I've been in my bag
I spend too much tryna make this shit last
Yea yea
Ayy They say I'm living too fast
Foot on the gas I hope I don't crash
Who would've thought I'd be so good at math
Writer: Anthony Payton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid