Back Up

Band man got my racks up, yeah, shawty bad as hell told her back up Yeah, I'm always countin' green, never bad luck Damn, Shawty bad as hell told her back up Back up, back up, every time she hear this song, she gon' back up I ain't talkin' City Girls, she gon' act up Thick bitch, pretty girl, she gon' act up, yeah Took the niggas bitch and what you mad for, yeah Hoppin' in the whip, that's a NASCAR, yeah I fucked her first night, met her through the club Man he goin' out sad, tryna cuff her up Man he goin' out sad, tryna cuff that thot Track meeting at the bank, runnin' to the guap While he smokin' on that stank I'm just counting nots Double cup styrofoam , yeah, I'm sippin' wok When you mad at your boyfriend, you can call me I been makin' mad bank, but I'm lonely I know I made it far, but I took a risk I took a fuckin' chance, like I took your bitch No cap, but you know I'm on some swag shit Niggas hatin' on me, you want a mad dick Bill Gates on my pocket, yea I'm mad rich, I'm livin' in the hills, yeah, I'm lavish She wanna drop it low She wanna drop it low She wanna drop it low (Yeah, back up ) she wanna drop it low She wanna drop it low She wanna drop it low Band man got my racks up Yeah, shawty bad as hell told her back up Yeah, I'm always countin' green, never bad luck Damn, shawty bad as hell told her back up Back up, back up Every time she hear this song, she gon' back up I ain't talkin' City Girls, she gon' act up Thick bitch, pretty girl, she gon' act up, yeah Yeah, she wanna drop it low Alright, that's it right there