Mulatto – Look Back At It lyrics

A** so fat, make a n**** wanna grab at it
I know it’s all there, I don’t gotta look back at it (Look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I’m in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it’s a bad habit (Damn, damn)

Atlanta b**** with a Miami cuban
Touch it, I up it, I go Call of Duty
Won’t let him f*** but I might let him chew me
Big booty, his mama think I’m a hoochie (Ha)
Just like these baguettes, yeah, that p**** wet
I don’t only got a check on the internet
Top floor, penthouse where I’m sittin’ at
He a trick, I’ma make a n**** send that
Don’t bring up no TV show, b****, I been bodied that
I got a Birkin as big as a body bag
Freak like a circus, on d***, I’m an acrobat
If you can’t eat it, just spell out the alphabet
Yeah (Mmm), p**** make a n**** say “Mmm”
Hop in that ‘Vette and I vroom
Black triple hommie, it’s full of them goons

A** so fat, make a n**** wanna grab at it
I know it’s all there, I don’t gotta look back at it (Look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I’m in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it’s a bad habit (Damn, damn)
A** so fat, make a n**** wanna grab at it
I know it’s all there, I don’t gotta look back at it (Look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I’m in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it’s a bad habit (Damn, damn)

Brand new baguetties (Ice)
He tryna slurp me up like some spaghetti (Uh)
He fell in love when he met me (He met me)
I f*** that n**** life up if he let me (On God)
I don’t do the internet, b****, it be messy
Up in the party, get popped like a fetti
Ain’t impressed by money, that lil’ s*** petty
N***** get intimidated when a b**** talk heavy
Got ’em tryna do what I do (I do)
Drop the n****, bounce back with the tool
Flood the wrist but I coulda went cool
You can come up from nothin’, I’m proof (I’m proof)
B****, you couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes
I catch a flight to Cali just to see a new view
How we got the same 24 but you still broke?
I can’t give a bum n**** no excuse (Hell no)
A** on fat, make a n**** look back (Back)
I’ma shop when I land, I ain’t even gon’ pack
I be switchin’ out n***** like a motherfuckin’ mat
First Atlanta rap b**** with a muhfuckin’ plaque (On God)
Make a n**** wanna grab at it, yeah
Drop a n**** like a bad habit, yeah
Got him jumpin’ on the bandwagon
Signed to RCA but this p**** Atlantic

A** so fat, make a n**** wanna grab at it
I know it’s all there, I don’t gotta look back at it (Look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I’m in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it’s a bad habit
A** so fat, make a n**** wanna grab at it
I know it’s all there, I don’t gotta look back at it (Look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I’m in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it’s a bad habit (Damn, damn)