Aitch – Bring It Back Lyrics

Aitch Bring It Back Lyrics

Yeah, we need them bars now though, bro
You get me? Gonna need to hear you rap
Shit

Bring it back, tell her “Bring it back”, she gon’ see the ice and get wet (Ah)
Camera flash, all these diamonds on me, it’s only right that I flex
Bring it back, tell her “Bring it back”, she gon’ see the ride and it’s set (Yeah)
Bring it back, tell her “Bring it back”, hit my line and don’t ring it back

Said they wanna do me (Yeah), ain’t nobody come oster
Last time I checked, thought everyone’s Gucci (Aha)
Ray cut money, no problem
Just left the booth, he was sellin’ some jewelry (Woo)
Girl mad ’cause a man’s got options
If I don’t stop, I ain’t gettin’ no coochie (Hahaha)
We purple, my Rosie’s gold (Let’s go), T-shirt and the trokers froze (Yeah)
T flirt ’cause the Rose’s cold, leave Burs’ to an open rose (Who?)
Poke and ghost, put on my clothes, get chauffeured home
People lie, but the trophies don’t, numbers too and I go through loads (Skrrt, skrrt)
Home for the week (Home for the week)
Unpack my case, ain’t nothin’ but weed and Rose every beats (Ah)
Shit (Shit), smoke ’til I sleep (What?)
Black out the tints, all coke on the seats, feelin’ low on the creep (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bring it back, tell her “Bring it back”, she gon’ see the ice and get wet (Ah)
Camera flash, all these diamonds on me, it’s only right that I flex (Flex)
Bring it back, tell her “Bring it back”, she gon’ see the ride and it’s set (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bring it back, tell her “Bring it back”, hit my line and don’t ring it back (Brr)

Step in, I’m comfort (Yeah), ain’t nobody this clean
When I met your team, everybody looked dusty (Ah)
Sixteen bodyin’ beats
Ain’t even on the scene and my pocket got chunky (Ah)
Don’t like when it comes to peace
Three-hundred Gs, I drop it on Mumzy, yeah
Young Aitch, big raps, big shelley
Big taps, big belly, flip back, I sip Henny’
Aim straight, click-clack, kill Kenny
Kick back, shit’s heavy, sit back, get ready
Switch lanes, switch past and steady
Flip raps, quick penny, hit Gafflick Becker
Big brain, big bad, big semi’ (Mwah), let’s go, ayy (Ah)
Home for the week, go flip Doge, yeah, dome on repeat
Get off the phone and show me the peace
Just know our chat’s been wrote when I speak
I ain’t steppin’ outside if I ain’t gettin’ paid
When you see me, I’m holdin’ a fee (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t payin’ no mind to a prick when they’re hatin’
They ain’t seen what I sold in a week (Skrrt, skrrt)

Bring it back, tell her “Bring it back”, she gon’ see the ice and get wet (Ah)
Camera flash, all these diamonds on me, it’s only right that I flex
Bring it back, tell her “Bring it back”, she gon’ see the ride and it’s set
Bring it back, tell her “Bring it back”, hit my line and don’t ring it back

When I grow up, I’m gonna make all the money
Get all the girls and have a big house in the sunshine, somewhere
Trust me

    Lyrics Details:

  • Written by: Aitch, LiTek, Sangy, Whyjay
  • Album: Close 2 Home
  • Released: 2022