Right Back 2 U

Let me get right back to you
Let me get right back to you
New phone, who ‘dis?
New crib, new whip?
I might, I might, I might
I might, I might, I might
I might pull off with your chick
I’m busy Busy, Busy, Busy, Busy
Benjis, benjis, baby strictly, strictly
She ringy, ringy, ringy, ringy, ringy
Be dirty talkin' like Pretty Ricky
She be listening to much breezy
Acting like she don’t even need me
With my woman yeah I’m picky picky
She pull up on me with that sticky icky
(Damn) I ain’t got time for this-
(Damn) I got my mind on a lick
(Damn) I’m on my grind never slip
(Damn) I spend my time getting rich
You text and you call all the time
But I got dolla signs on the line
(Honestly, check it)
Let me get right back to you
Let me get right back to you
New phone, who ‘dis?
New crib, new whip?
I might, I might, I might
I might, I might, I might
I might pull off with your chick
Calling, Calling, Calling on my line
Man you shoulda text me
I been out here on my game
Running plays, don’t sweat me
Baby in the malls, over there
Ya you know she shopping
I been in the lab for a minute
Now I’m chart topping
(Damn) I’m Mike Tyson with the hits
(Damn) She Shakira with the hips
(Damn) MJ with the slips
(Damn) She got Fenty on her lips
You text and you call all the time
But I got dolla signs on the line
(Honestly, check it)
Let me get right back to you
Let me get right back to you
New phone, who ‘dis?
New crib, new whip?
I might, I might, I might
I might, I might, I might
I might pull off with your chick
Let me get right back to you
Let me get right back to you
New phone, who ‘dis?
New crib, new whip?