Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back It Up, artist - Young Money. Date of issue: 10.03.2014
Song language: English
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 on some pimp shit, this is the collision |
| My nigga at the front, I’m at the tail end, where is your girlfriend? |
| I’m lookin to surf in, try puttin' a word in |
| I jump in that pussy and turn that shit to a whirlwind |
| I’m Twizzy F Baby, Mr. Freestyle Murder |
| 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 (x3) |
| 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 buy these 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! |
| 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! |