[Intro]
Yeah, huh
Yeah I'm back, yeah, yeah I'm back, huh

[Verse 1]
Huh, back it up, shake your butt
Baby what the fuck is up
Album two, ante up
Bitch I’m back and I brought the funk
Like huh, fucked up, tell me what’s up
If my fit not tip-top I owe you a buck
I'm not sorry I wasn’t listening
I was busy making all these hits and 'em
Like okay, damn, yeah I brought the facts
Flew to Panama just to avoid some tax
Album all hits baby back-to-back
To back, to back, to back, to bad

[Chorus]
Man talk all this shit, come on
I got all of this and more
God gave me a microphone
I know you feel this, come on
Man talk all this shit, come on
I got all of this and more
God gave me a microphone
I know you feel this, come on

[Verse 2]
Huh, back it up, shake your butt
Baby what the fuck is up
Album two, ante up
Bitch I’m back and I brought the funk
Like huh, okay, back it up
Can’t tell me 'bad 2' not bad enough
When I’m looking at you I’ve had enough
Trust me, I’m way above average (Ooh)
Stacks stack up like Lego
She just wanna uh, without saying hello
They say that I'm way too mellow
But chant my name like it's an echo

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, come on, come on
Yeah, come on, come on
Huh, yeah, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
[Chorus]
Man talk all this shit, come on
I got all of this and more
God gave me a microphone
I know you feel this, come on
Man talk all this shit, come on
I got all of this and more
God gave me a microphone
I know you feel this, come on

[Outro]
Album fucking two baby, yeah, yeah, come on, come on
Yeah, come on, come on, huh