[Intro]
Bitch, take your place, need to back up
Bitch want beef, need to back up

[Verse 1]
Smoking stuffed crust
Bitches on my line, tell 'em back up (Tell 'em back up)
Designer on my feet, better back up (Better back up)
If you want beef, bring backup (Bring backup)
I just hit a show, ran my sack up (I ran my sack up)
Got an attitude problem, don't act up (Don't act up)
You know I'm cooling in the cut with my mag tucked (With my mag tucked)
And all my n***as Rowdy Ruff, yeah, they get buck (Yeah, they get buck)
She trying to get up in the club, claiming she know us (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Woah, huh?)

[Chorus]
Bitch, back up (Huh?)
I just got a check, ran my sack up (I ran my sack up)
My weave and my motherfucking makeup (And my makeup)
Cost more than your whole damn life does (Ugh, broke bitch, ha-ha)
Lil' ho, back up (Back up)
Designer on me, bitch, back up (Back up)
From my hair to my feet, bitch, back up (Yeah, back up)
Lil' ho, you a fan, you need to back up (You need to back up)
Back up (Back up)
Bitch, you need to back up (Ayy, back up)
[Verse 2]
Ayy, you need to back up
Run my sack up
Bitches hating because I just run my math up
What's your problem?
I can solve 'em
Bitches hating, I'ma fuck around and rob 'em
You don't want no drama
Keep it 'bout the commas
Catch me in the club, I got my problem solver

[Chorus]
Back up (Huh?)
I just got a check, ran my sack up (What?)
My weave and my motherfucking makeup
Cost more than your whole damn life does (Than your life, bitch, ha-ha)
Lil' ho, back up (Back up)
Designer on me, bitch, back up
From my hair to my feet, bitch, back up
Lil' ho, you a fan, you need to back up
Back up
Bitch, you need to back up

[Outro]
B— B— B— B— Back up
Back— Back— Back up