Back It Up

Damn, like that, okay

Back it up, let me see you back it up (what?)
I beat it up, yeah, I like the way she fuck (what?)
You walkin' 'round smellin' money, that's us (ugh)
I'm seein' she ain't come to play, back it up (oh, shit)

Back it up, let me see you back it up (baow, baow, baow)
I beat it up, yeah, I like the way she fuck (baow, baow, baow)
You walkin' 'round smellin' money, that's us (what?)
I'm seein' she ain't come to play, back it up (yeah)

Told her bring it back (ay), she know I'm havin' racks (ay)
I'm somewhere smokin' Thrax (yup), I told her arch her back (yup)
Told her, don't throw it too close, 'cause I'll hit it (home run)
Throwin' cash in the air, on the floor, bitches strippin' (shit)

She a City Girl the way she actin' up (ooh)
Back it up, Mack Truck (beep, beep)
Next week, I'm on the next slut (yeah)
I'm up late night, summertime, don't give a fuck (give a fuck, nigga)

Let me see you back it up one more time (one more time)
Let me see you put an arch in your spine (yeah)
Lift your legs up, I'ma grab it from behind (oh, shit, again)
I want them to back it up one more time, rewind (rewind)

Back it up, let me see you back it up (what?)
I beat it up, yeah, I like the way she fuck (yeah)
You walkin' 'round smellin' money, that's us (yeah)
I'm seein' she ain't come to play, back it up (yup)

I walked in with cheese (yup), money on the floor (yup)
Hoes on they knees, where the liquor? Need some more (yup)
I'm sippin' on the juice up like her booty movin' slow
I'm somewhere turnt up with the drank, smokin' dro

Her booty water, water, water (shit)
And it's movin' left to right, a young nigga seasick (yeah)
This your main bitch, but she tryna eat dick
Money on a nigga gettin' tall, stackin' up
Told that one freak bitch, back it up (yeah)

Back it up, let me see you back it up (what?)
I beat it up, yeah, I like the way she fuck (damn)
You walkin' 'round smellin' money, that's us (ugh)
I'm seein' she ain't come to play, back it up (yeah)

Tell her back it, back it, back it (back it up)
Alright, now they turnt up
They warmed up now, let me go 'head
Okay
I need a fuck-it-up bitch who don't play 'bout her money (don't play with it)
Alright (don't play with it)
I need a fuck-it-up bitch-, you turnt up now, right?
Okay (how we doin'? How we comin'?), yeah (alright)

I need a fuck-it-up bitch
Two hoes shakin' ass, one Blood, one Crip
Crip bitch fuckin' it up, she said, "Call me the baddest citch" (damn, damn)
Lil' bitch goin' brazy, I don't know which one to pick (yeah)
Yeah, the Inglewood bitch bad, but the Neighborhood bitch the shit



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Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Kameron Milner
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