Back That Thang Up (feat. Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne) - Juvenile

Aye, aye, Fresh, Stunna Man, we back at it Daddy Them nias be hating on me man 2016, summertime shine, stunting on em Let me tell you the type of st they say about Me (– Juvenile) They say fk you nia, hate you nia, hope You die Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know Why I'ma stay connected like the wifi Need her like a 64 gig iPod puy nia Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate Gon head on and Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, Hate, hate (1 – Mannie Fresh, Lil Wayne & Juvenile) When I get this money I'ma kill em 20/20 vision to nias who ain't want to see Me with it Nia fk ya Don't make my trigger smart nias go dumb- Dumb Yeah, yeah, yeah Take me where these hoes at, Adderall and Prozac I'm so fking focused in this bih I just can't Hold back Tell em bring that money bag, beast mode, Running back Big Tymer, Ferragamo, Juvinino where you at? All I do is get it, dude you never get it You be in your feelin's too, my dude you're so Pathetic You got too much sugar in your blood, Diabetic You're sick you got the hate disease and I Ain't tryna get it, no Mixing Cristal and Ciroc I need a name for it, call it Chris Rock I'm in this motherfker looking like a pile of Some guap Come make a name for yourself and puy Pop, puy pop (Repeat) (2 – Mannie Fresh, Lil Wayne & Juvenile) Nia got your old girl napping with the whole World Trust me, just me, referee and blow girl That's that boy BM, hit me in the DM Bust that fking puy wide open AM to the PM But that's another story though and I ain't Tryna tell it Now it's on, now you're hanging out with Dime rock Betty And Betty she don't know no better, shoot up Dope or smoke whatever Used to be my homie, now you're mad cause We don't roll together? We're the real nia And I don't give a fk if they was real sisters These nias think they on, hit the kill Switches Money coming bih, my palms and my heels Itching, yeah yeah (Repeat) (3 – Mannie Fresh, Lil Wayne & Juvenile) You be hating on a nia like police nia You be barking, you ain't nothing but a Maltise nia When these sharks out, we'll see you they'll Be your teeth nia It's Tune and Juvie we got Mannie on the Beat nia You M-A-D nia, yeah You don't want to see me with a dime out You don't want to say that I couldn't afford Shit You don't even have a watch to tell the time Now And I got 20 karats in my Rolex Nia lean with it, nia rock with it That's some lean double cup with Ciroc with it Nia lean with it, nia rock with it We got Mannie on the beat, bop-bop-bop with It Shots fired, somebody ran up in Juvie house That's far sober enough to have nias Spooking out And I got homies round that I got love for But nias go through shit so I don't root em Out (Repeat) (– Birdman) Yeah, yeah, we back at it daddy Stunna man, you know there's always that one That'll hate Till you put a choppa in his face, you dig? Fresh you're a fool with it Hehe by elvis kiprop

Kick ass (Mmm hmm) C'mon (Uh huh, mm hmm) Y'all boys don't know nuttin' 'bout me (Mm hmm, uh huh) Ya heard? Ladies and gentlemen I'ma T.C. soldier, New Orleans stunna If a bitch leave me, I'ma take everything from her Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up I'ma find me some new pussy and buy a Four-Runner I walk with a limp, 'cause my nuts heavy And I like it from the back so hold your butt steady I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin' And momma I love pussy, but I ain't lickin' Now prepare yourself for a smooth dickin' You don't want it girl? You don't know, what you missin' I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin', you ain't heard? I got a team of head busters waitin' to give 'em the word I gotta few in the East Coast, a few in the West Down-South to Mid-W, whattup to the rest Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin' in debt No matter what I do dawg, I love my set, ladies and gentlemen Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup Set it off in this motherfucker Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup Set it off in this motherfucker Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup Set it off in this motherfucker Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup Set it off in this motherfucker The niggidy, niggidy Nile's in this bitch, get right Fuck what you heard on the street it's CMR for life Still ridin' on dubs, sippin' brown and white Jump stupid if you want bitch we gon' clown tonite We got twenty-five choppers in the V.I.P Cristal and 40 yack and a pound of weed I know you wait for me to get drunk and follow me home Picture what I'ma give you though, a shot to yo' dome Fuck it if your boys gon' be talkin' they gon' get hit too I'm really not givin' a fuck, long as I get you Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherfucker I'ma general, executin' the plan Got a vision of the 3rd Ward, rulinn the land Runnin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van Mommy please come break off just me and my man Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup Set it off in this motherfucker Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup Set it off in this motherfucker Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup Set it off in this motherfucker Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup Set it off in this motherfucker 55 percent of these niggaz is fake The other 45 percent be handlin' they weight 55 percent of these women is hoes The other 45 percent be playin' they role Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer Take these motherfuckin' cuffs off of us We ain't kill nobody in this car, for us And ridin' on 20's is the law for us I ain't from France but excuse my French Fuck ya if ya hatin', nigga save that then I been dealin' wit you bitches from way back then Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back in You say my momma played me and J be tight 'Cause Juvie takin' care, so everything alright Bitches see the sliver seraph wit them phat ass pipes Bein' followed by some niggaz on some bad ass bikes Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup Set it off in this motherfucker Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup Set it off in this motherfucker Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup Set it off in this motherfucker Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup Set it off in this motherfucker

One: You 'bout dat paper? You on top? You handlin' business? You doin' swell? Down with yo' niggaz to da finish? Are you willin'? To hit da streetz up and make a killin'? Are you a villain? Pushin' a bentley makin' millions? Do you do your time? Without rattin' on your partners? Do you kill your beef? With a pistol or a chopper? Is you da man? Do you pay all of your bills? Did you make a plan? And won't stop 'till it fulfilled? Can you handle coke? Can you handle dope? Ain't afraid to go? Even though you know? Look... lil' daddy... Do you take care of yo' kids? Is it clean in yo' crib? Can't you stand to eat some ribs? Ain't it scandalous how we live? You ball with cash money? Do you like manny track? Ain't it shive how i rap? Puttin' new orleans on the map! You brush ya teeth? You on dem hoes? You got dem rees on ya feet? With dem girbauds? 1: 4x Then you a solja nigga, put up a solja rag!!! Put up a soljah rag Put up a soljah rag Two: Now what's happenin' wit' you? You knockin' dem heads off too? You do what a playa do? You fuck in the rochambeau? You ain't scared to blast? When you got dat iron witcha Do you bust his ass? You acts a ass? You got ya ski mask? And ya solja rag? Look... You ready to blow a bag? Can you hustle like it's legal? Can you avoid da people? And hotwire your regal? You 'bout dat evil? Look... You on some ignorant shit? When that hoe get flip Now can you punish da bitch? You like dem beamers? You like dem benz 500s? You like dem hummers? You like dem big fine womens? You a playa ain't ya? None of these bitch niggaz could fade ya! The ghetto made ya! Dope fiends and junkies raised ya! Do you sleep in suites? Do you go shopping every week? When you hit da streetz You got dem reeboks on your feet? 2: Then you a solja nigga, put up a solja rag!! Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a soljah rag Put up a soljah rag Put up a soljah rag Throw up a soljah rag 1: 2x Three: Is you a paper chaser? You got your block on fire? Remainin' a g? Until the moment you expire? You know what it is? To make nothin' outta somethin'? You handle your biz? And don't be cryin' And its somethin' Your niggaz is in ya? You got your girlfriends witcha? Since you was a kid? You was a instant wig-splitter? You twinkle your slug? You ain't no bitch huh? You stompin' ya box in the mud? A hot boy microwave oven Tatooted up, booted up None of you bitches lovin' Your windows are tinted? You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it? You don't fuck with dem nike tennis? You play with barettaz? You sleep in the royal sonesta? You won't fuck vanessa? You got chopperz up on ya dresser? You believe in god? But can you handle it when its hard? And represent your ward? You be stalkin' the boulevard? 3: Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag