[Verse 1]
Smoking stuffed crust
b**hes on my line
Tell ‘em back up
Designer on my feet
Better back up
If you want beef
Bring back up
I just hit a show
Run my sack up
Gotta attitude problem
Don’t act up
You know I’m cooling in the cut
With my man tucked
And all my n***as riding tough
Yeah the get buff
She trying to get up in the club
Saying she know us
Yeah yeah!
[Hook]
b**h back up!
I just got a check, run my sack up
My weave and my motherf**ing make up
Cost more then your whole damn life does
b**h! Haha
Lil hoe back up
Designer on me
b**h back up
From my head to my feet
b**h back up
Lil hoe you a fiend
You need to back up
Back up, back up
b**h you need to back up
[Verse 2]
Aye, you need to back up
Run my sack up
b**hes hating because I just run my math up
What’s your problem? I can solve them
b**hes hating I’ma f** around and rob them
You don’t want no drama
Keep it ‘bout the commas
Catch me in the club I got my problem solver
[Hook]
Back up!
I just got a check, run my sack up
My weave and my motherf**ing make up
Cost more then your whole damn life does
b**h! Haha
Lil hoe back up
Designer on me
b**h back up
From my head to my feet
b**h back up
Lil hoe you a fiend
You need to back up
Back up, back up
b**h you need to back up