Back It Up

Where the bad bitches at, gon' smoke? Where the bad bitches at, gon' drank? Where the bad bitches at that twerk? Put them weak bitches out that can't Look at shawty right there with them quirks Got me tryin' not to scratch my paint And when she shake that ass, I throw more cash Swear she tryna get a piece of my bank Back it up, back it up, bust it open, wide open, baby girl Let me see what you're workin' with Me and T, some pimp shit, this is the collision My nigga at the front, I'm at the tail end, where is your girlfriend? I'm lickin' the surface, try puttin' a word in I jump in that pussy and turn that shit to a whirlwind I'm Twizzy F Baby, Mista Mista Murda I'ma kill you little niggas but the pussy, I'm murkin' 'em Let me slow it up Y'all already know what's up Been gettin' paid since a young age Now that's young money, watch me throw it up I'm in King of Diamonds like what the fuck? Throwin' stacks at her, throwin' racks at her And don't worry 'bout it, girl, if I'm old enough Just gon' do me a favor, girl, back it up Back it up Girl back it up Girl back it up Girl back it up Girl back it up Gon' do me a favor, girl back it up I'm throwin' stacks at her, throwin' racks at her Don't worry 'bout it, girl, if I'm old enough Just gon' do me a favor, girl, back it up Let me see you do it, girl work the pole Gon' get this money, girl twerk it slow Let me see it though, let me see it though Yeah I'm talkin' bendin' over, girl touch your toes Now strike a pose, then drop it low I'm in the strip club with my big bro Named Weezy F, and we do it the best Already 60 racks and leave the floor messy Young Money, homie, YMCMB Got a brown tone for the T-Streets I need 3 more for Chris, B and T I'm a fool with it, just a young elite Shit, what the Hell? You can't blame me This the fast life, get your cash right And when she think it's right Then come back to Twist And we can match it up and have a cash fight Now I'm balling on em' Still stunting on em' In the strip club, still hunching on em' Still ripping bands, homie by the grands Im the young boss, follow my commands Now I'm bring bought seven hands Back to my table, racks on racks to my naval Got all the girls wanna rock the young boy like a cradle, well! Girl back it up Girl back it up Girl back it up Girl back it up Gon' do me a favor, girl back it up I'm throwin' stacks at her, throwin' racks at her Don't worry 'bout it, girl, if I'm old enough Just gon' do me a favor, girl, back it up Auggh!! Girl back it up, b-back it up Im hard as fuck and I wanna fuck Bitch open up, I'm to-to raw gotta rap it up I'm ultra faded, I'm pouring cups Two shots of this, ass shots on her Don't ask for nothing, let me throw it up Man she all on my balls like bowling bruh Auggh!! I'm more than amazing, with the location, a lot of caucasians Niggas with money and money your savings Bout' my business, nigga no blazer Why you tryna save her, nigga I slave her While you pay her, I get paper Got hoes lined up like a taper Back to back I call that Laker, huh! P-pop a pill, do it big Bend it over, I see it's real Drizzy voice, young money ill I low my dick, then auto-kill She know it's real Man I got that cake, happy belated I styling on my ex, let my nigga Twizzy say it, huh! Girl back it up Girl back it up Girl back it up Girl back it up Gon' do me a favor, girl back it up I'm throwin' stacks at her, throwin' racks at her Don't worry 'bout it, girl, if I'm old enough Just gon' do me a favor, girl, back it up