Hold up, hoe please, hold up, bitch please
I need a room full of mirrors so I can be surrounded by winners
Invite that tajik bitch out for dinner
She prolly thinks imma get her back
I'm off track the way I run this whole shit
I'm the same this is my getback
Lemme just bounce back
After this for yall there won't be no comeback
This is that same track
There's no ounce of paper in yall accounts what are yall saying
I be turning the heads the way the track be playing g
Smoke up the whole ounces, there's no amount of this that I could express
I put it on my chest, I pour the pain out in my cup
Motherf*ckers better show love, cause sure enough We finna get something started
I feel so deported so departed
The mourning hours barely getting started
I'm putting the work in, bitch ur number ain't working
Tell eliana to jerk it, f*ck that bitch over she deserves it
I 'm the same this is my getback
Lemme just bounce back
After this for yall there won't be no comeback
This is that same track
Bitch im trill I'm laid back
Now why would I say that
Pussy open I need to tap that
I cant tap out I'm tryna go back
To the old days, to my old ways, yet I had no money
This shit ain't funny unless they dissing the cashstar
You know me as a trapstar, you know me as a rockstar
You know me as a popstar
I'm the same this is my getback
Lemme just bounce back
After this for yall there won't be no comeback
This is that same track
Cash Creep - Get Back Lyrics
Cash Creep - Get Back Lyrics
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Hold up, hoe please, hold up, bitch please
I need a room full of mirrors so I can be surrounded by winners
Invite that tajik bitch out for dinner
She prolly thinks imma get her back
I'm off track the way I run this whole shit
I'm the same this is my getback
Lemme just bounce back
After this for yall there won't be no comeback
This is that same track
There's no ounce of paper in yall accounts what are yall saying
I be turning the heads the way the track be playing g
Smoke up the whole ounces, there's no amount of this that I could express
I put it on my chest, I pour the pain out in my cup
Motherf*ckers better show love, cause sure enough We finna get something started
I feel so deported so departed
The mourning hours barely getting started
I'm putting the work in, bitch ur number ain't working
Tell eliana to jerk it, f*ck that bitch over she deserves it
I 'm the same this is my getback
Lemme just bounce back
After this for yall there won't be no comeback
This is that same track
Bitch im trill I'm laid back
Now why would I say that
Pussy open I need to tap that
I cant tap out I'm tryna go back
To the old days, to my old ways, yet I had no money
This shit ain't funny unless they dissing the cashstar
You know me as a trapstar, you know me as a rockstar
You know me as a popstar
I'm the same this is my getback
Lemme just bounce back
After this for yall there won't be no comeback
This is that same track
I need a room full of mirrors so I can be surrounded by winners
Invite that tajik bitch out for dinner
She prolly thinks imma get her back
I'm off track the way I run this whole shit
I'm the same this is my getback
Lemme just bounce back
After this for yall there won't be no comeback
This is that same track
There's no ounce of paper in yall accounts what are yall saying
I be turning the heads the way the track be playing g
Smoke up the whole ounces, there's no amount of this that I could express
I put it on my chest, I pour the pain out in my cup
Motherf*ckers better show love, cause sure enough We finna get something started
I feel so deported so departed
The mourning hours barely getting started
I'm putting the work in, bitch ur number ain't working
Tell eliana to jerk it, f*ck that bitch over she deserves it
I 'm the same this is my getback
Lemme just bounce back
After this for yall there won't be no comeback
This is that same track
Bitch im trill I'm laid back
Now why would I say that
Pussy open I need to tap that
I cant tap out I'm tryna go back
To the old days, to my old ways, yet I had no money
This shit ain't funny unless they dissing the cashstar
You know me as a trapstar, you know me as a rockstar
You know me as a popstar
I'm the same this is my getback
Lemme just bounce back
After this for yall there won't be no comeback
This is that same track
Writer: Cash Creep
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC