Released: July 23, 2018
Featuring: Freddie Gibbs
Songwriter: Freddie Gibbs
Producer: Sean House
(Verse 1: Jay Worthy)
Get money, stack it up (Stack it up)
Come on lil' momma won't you back it up (Back it up)
Pussy ass nigga why you actin' tough (Back it up)
You don't really want it with a gang of bloods
Yawn off the juice yah I do say (Do say)
If the club 50 deep it's a movie (Movie)
Won't fall for the top like a toupe (Toupe)
Get money get paper like a loose lay (Loose lay)
Black top with the stars its a new wraith
Doing up in the club on a Tuesday (Tuesday)
Let the bitch on the blade if she choose it (Choose it)
5K that's the fee if she choose me (Choose me)
Know my pimpin' old school like a two way (Two way)
She fuck Cardo and G she a groupie (Ok now)
But she the finest little bitch I had ever seen (Ok Now)
Cartier frames ain't playing when I hit the city
(Chorus)
Don't put me off till tomorrow for what we can do today
Don't put me off till tomorrow tell me that you want to stay
(Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs)
Yah, Yah White body black top its a new coupe
Silly groupie, take the pee pee in the poop-chute
Billy wear a leather hit it with the whoop woo
Freddie came pulled up in a foreign on a hula hoop
? Niggas act familiar like they knew the crew
I can never hit her I dismiss her if she do the coup
I been crimpin bitches get the digits that's the usual
Freddie came pulled up in a foreign on a hula hoop
And a Chevy got a ?
50 karats BBS a nigga cold with it
Got me whippin' in my kitchen with my own chicken
Baking soda got my (phone?) in it
(Chorus)
Don't put me off till tomorrow for what we can do today
Don't put me off till tomorrow tell me that you want to stay
Get money, stack it up (Stack it up)
Come on lil' momma won't you back it up (Back it up)
Pussy ass nigga why you actin' tough (Back it up)
You don't really want it with a gang of bloods
Yawn off the juice yah I do say (Do say)
If the club 50 deep it's a movie (Movie)
Won't fall for the top like a toupe (Toupe)
Get money get paper like a loose lay (Loose lay)
Black top with the stars its a new wraith
Doing up in the club on a Tuesday (Tuesday)
Let the bitch on the blade if she choose it (Choose it)
5K that's the fee if she choose me (Choose me)
Know my pimpin' old school like a two way (Two way)
She fuck Cardo and G she a groupie (Ok now)
But she the finest little bitch I had ever seen (Ok Now)
Cartier frames ain't playing when I hit the city
(Chorus)
Don't put me off till tomorrow for what we can do today
Don't put me off till tomorrow tell me that you want to stay
(Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs)
Yah, Yah White body black top its a new coupe
Silly groupie, take the pee pee in the poop-chute
Billy wear a leather hit it with the whoop woo
Freddie came pulled up in a foreign on a hula hoop
? Niggas act familiar like they knew the crew
I can never hit her I dismiss her if she do the coup
I been crimpin bitches get the digits that's the usual
Freddie came pulled up in a foreign on a hula hoop
And a Chevy got a ?
50 karats BBS a nigga cold with it
Got me whippin' in my kitchen with my own chicken
Baking soda got my (phone?) in it
(Chorus)
Don't put me off till tomorrow for what we can do today
Don't put me off till tomorrow tell me that you want to stay