Back It Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Guap Tarantino] ATL Jacob Ra-ra-racks (Huh) Young Freebandz XO FBG [Verse 1: NAV] Stackin' up my cheddar (Cheddar), I'ma blow it all (All) Nothin' lasts forever (Ever), I can't go in the mall (Uh) Without a Beretta ('Retta), stack my money tall (Trr) I never felt better (nope), I done seen it all (All) Don't make me have to put you on my hit list (Hit list) I gave my shooter a tip, ain't leave no witness (Grrr-rrrrrrah) I mix my Rick Owens with Givenchy ('Yenchy) Bitch, I'm from the jungle like Jumanji (Rrr) I can't drive a Honda, want a fast car (Skrt, skrt) Pop a stormtrooper, I'm in space like NASA (Woo, woo) At Coachella, had a threesome with a pornstar (Smash, smash) I want a 'Bach, I want a Bentley, might buy both cars (Skrt skrt) [Chorus: NAV] Told them Magic City girls to back it up (Back it up) Threw like twenty-thousand ones like rack it up (Ra-ra-rack) They always see me out in traffic, I can't be touched (Woo) They don't wanna see me get my rackies up Told them Magic City girls to back it up (Ba-ba-back) Threw like twenty-thousand ones like rack it up (Ra-ra-rack) They always see me out in traffic, I can't be touched I hated bein' broke, now I got my rackies up [Post-Chorus: NAV] Watch me blow it fast, mmm, and stack it up (Mmm) I love countin' cash, mmm, I feel a rush (Mmm) Spend it, make it back, mmm, now I'm back up (Mmm) Spend it, make it back, mmm, now I'm back up (Mmm) [Verse 2: Guap Tarantino] I put all the racks, mmm, in the duff' I hit it from the back, mmm, that's enough (That's enough) I got them rack rack racks, mmm, throw it up (Throw it up) And now I'm in the club, mmm, with it tucked (With it tucked) I just put a thot down on the rug (Woo) Young Freebandz want all the smoke like a mug (Let's go) That stayed down, went up a road on all these doves (Brrr) Now I'm buyin' all this shit, just because (Just because) I jumped out that Porsche, a nigga had to risk it I'm twenty-one, now a nigga gettin' riches (Ri-ri-rich) Them niggas wasn't really wit' me, they want it, it (No cap) We fuckin' up Magic City, got it lit, lit (Now we lit, lit) I like phone home, turn them racks on (Turn the racks on) These niggas didn't know I had the Ricky racks on (Ricky racks) Just got a show for 50k on my trap phone She put her ass up in the air, turn them birds on (Brrr, no cap) [Chorus: NAV] Told them Magic City girls to back it up (Tarantino) Threw like twenty-thousand ones like rack it up (Ah) They always see me out in traffic, I can't be touched They don't wanna see me get my rackies up Told them Magic City girls to back it up (Ba-ba-back) Threw like twenty-thousand ones like rack it up (Ra-ra-rack) They always see me out in traffic, I can't be touched I hated bein' broke, now I got my rackies up [Post-Chorus: NAV] Watch me blow it fast, mmm, and stack it up (Mmm) I love countin' cash, mmm, I feel a rush (Mmm) Spend it, make it back, mmm, now I'm back up (Mmm) Spend it, make it back, mmm, now I'm back up (Mmm) [Outro: Guap Tarantino] Ra-ra-racks