Back Up

Woah, yeah woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah

Told that lil bitch better back up

Get smoked like a cig, like tobacco

My dogs never sit like to act up

No I'm never sick pour the act up

The Glock make him spit, make him hack up

The Glock let him know something wrong

Heard he called the cops, so we gone, yeah

Know we getting out of there

We ridin' through the whole city

Know that we be everywhere

Count up a hunnid and fifty

Count up my money, know I never share

Know when it get down to the gritty

I'm looking around and ain't nobody there

Nobody by my side

I get to wondering why

Wondering why you try

When I know you lie Yeah

Know you lie, know you cap to me

But it's okay, cause what's happening

Run my money up like athlete

Down the road, know you'll come back to me

While the other bitches coming after me

Tryna hit the reset like it's factory

We could do that, we just grab the weed

We be piffed up off that Za

You get picked up, brand new car

When you need a pickup, bitch, who you gon' call

You know that ask me, I do it all

I do it all, yeah

I really do ball, yeah

My money stand tall, yeah

Throw it up watch it fall, yeah

I fell in love with my money, I think I might cuff

I look at my money like I'm tryna fuck

Don't need nobody just bucks