Artist: Young Money f/ Lil Twist, Tyga Album: Young Money: Rise of an Empire Song: Back It Up Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Lil Twist] Youngin'... Where the bad bitches at? Gon' smoke (gon' smoke) where the bad bitches at? Gon' drank (gon' drank) Where the bad bitches at that twerk? (That twerk) put them weak bitches out that can't (that can't) Look at shawty right there with them curves (curves) got me tryin' not to scratch my paint (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 (hah) Me and T on some pimp shit, this is the collision my nigga 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 pussy and turn that shit to a whirlwind (yeah) I'm Twizzy F Baby, Mr. Freestyle Murder I'ma kill you little niggas but the pussy, I'm murkin' 'em (BAH!) Let me slow it up (uh-huh) y'all already know what's up (yeah) 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 [Chorus: Lil Twist] Back it up, girl back it up, girl back it up, girl back it up ... Girl back it up; gon'-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 [Lil Twist] Let me see you do it, girl work the pole gon' get this money, girl twerk it slow (yeah) 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 (yeah) 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 (yeah) I'mma fool with it, just a young elite (hah) Shit, what the hell? You can't blame me this the fast life, get your cash right (yeah) 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 ballin' on em', still stuntin' on em' in the strip club, still hunchin' on em' Still ripping bands, homie buy these grands I'm the young boss, follow my commands Now I'm bring bought seven hands (uh-huh) back to my table Racks on racks to my naval got all the girls wanna rock the young boy like a cradle, Well! [Chorus] [Tyga] AUUGH~! Girl back it up, b-back it up, I'm hard as fuck and I wanna fuck Bitch open up, I'm too-too raw gotta rap it up I'm ultra faded, I'm pourin' cups, two shots of this, ass shots on her Don't-don't ask for nothin', let me throw it up man she all on my balls like bowling bruh AUUGH~! I'm more than amazin', 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 lower my dick, then auto-kill She know it's real; man I got that cake, happy belated (belated) I stylin' on my ex, let my nigga Twizzy say it, huh [Chorus]