Back It Up Lyrics - Rise Of An Empire - Young Money

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