[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin' pantry (Aha)
Diamonds on a young n***a, dancin', yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat, yeah
I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that (Yeah)
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout them stack
'Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Sellous]
Grind it
Light it
Hit it
I'm the n***a talking' 'bout my feelings
Shout to all the homies trying to get it
Keep a condom on me in case she with it
I don't feel no pressure, I'm working hard
Please don't take a picture, I'm camera shy
See me and I'm posted, keeping an eye
Now I'm in the race, I ain't trying to tie
Yeah, hit the gas and I'm outta there
N***a talking trash, get him outta here
I had to holler, she was looking like she wanted it
I had to holler n***a, you came at my partna there
17, I was looking for the ass yeah
Learned a lesson and I'm looking for the cash now
Mike WiLL Made-It, uh
Sellous with ya baby
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin' pantry (Aha)
Diamonds on a young n***a, dancin', yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat, yeah
I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that (Yeah)
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout them stack
'Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 2: Beauski]
Nah, we don't do no talkin'
Want them bucks like Milwaukee
Big dog, whip it when I cross him
My bitch bad, Tracee Ellis Ross 'em (Let's go)
Told 'em I was moving, they start laughing
He back on his shit now, pass the napkin (Wooh)
Pull a Polo out, just to Ralph 'em
Get it first, ain't dealing with no hassle
I'm trying to get breaded up like King Mansa Musa
This shit fresh off the press, so I guess it's exclusive
Keep a rillo rolled, we don't fuck with doobies
Fuck the gossip n***a, we gon' keep it moving
You're stupid, the type to slip a roofie
We no roofie, and the people say I'm ruthless
If it's an eye for an eye I like my chances
Aces in my hand, while my bitch dirty dancing
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin' pantry (Aha)
Diamonds on a young n***a, dancin', yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat, yeah
I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that (Yeah)
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout them stack
'Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back