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back it up - young money lyrics

[verse 1: lil twist]
where the bad b-tches at, gon’ smoke?
where the bad b-tches at, gon’ drank?
where the bad b-tches at that twerk?
put them weak b-tches 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 -ss, 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 sh-t, this is the collision
my n-gga 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 p-ssy and turn that sh-t to a whirlwind
i’m twizzy f baby, mr. freestyle murder
i’ma k!ll you little n-ggas but the p-ssy, 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 f-ck?
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

[hook: lil twist]
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

[verse 2: lil twist]
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
sh-t, what the h-ll? 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!

[hook]

[verse 3: tyga]
auggh!!
girl back it up, b-back it up
im hard as f-ck and i wanna f-ck
b-tch open up, i’m to-to raw gotta rap it up
i’m ultra faded, i’m pouring cups
two shots of this, -ss shots on her
don’t ask for nothing, let me throw it up
man she all on my b-lls like bowling bruh
auggh!!
i’m more than amazing, with the location, a lot of caucasians
n-ggas with money, and money your savings
bout’ my business, n-gga no blazer
why you tryna save her, n-gga 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 d-ck, then auto-k!ll
she know it’s real
man i got that cake, happy belated
i styling on my ex, let my n-gga twizzy say it, huh!

[hook]

- young money lyrics

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