Backflip - Casey Veggies, Wiz Khalifa, A$AP Ferg

Aye, bet the money make her do a backflip

Do it for the team, homie that’s it

Use to put money in a mattress

We do it all the time, no practice

I bet the money make her do it

I bet the money make her do it, make her do a backflip

I bet the money make her do it

I bet the money make her do it, make her do a backflip

Ahhh ahh, ahhh ahhhh (make her do a backflip)

Ahhh ahh, ahhh ahhhh (make her do a backflip)

I bet that money make her do a backflip

A hunnid' grand, I had to do gymnastics

But I ain’t got no cash up on my plastic

They tell me I’m a young legend in this rap shit

But lets get back to this whack shit

This backflip got them girls gettin' rachet

She brought two hoes with her, that’s a hat trick

I’m runnin' circles, run them hoes like a track bitch

I had to pick her up in my newest ride

The newest guy, out L. A, I stay super fly

The coupe in drive, down La Brea on the west side

She bring that pussy straight to me, that’s suicide

I’m still in the hood, I did this verse in Inglewood

With a model doing things she said she never would

I live the life these other niggas wish they could

But I gotta thank God cause I’m living good

I’m pullin' up clean in a classic

I only smoke weed, nigga, that’s it

Just left a bad bitch for a badder bitch

A million dollars make it look average

Hold up, I got KK to roll up

My bank like a pay day, they go nuts

I pour up, we slow down, they go down like mayday

That’s your girl she chose up, I hit it, her legs wide, she glo up

Bet the money make her do

Just seen another 20 mill, I’m tryna make it to it

I ain’t even runnin' game, told her roll a plane

Girl that basic training for the game, hope you make it through it

I’mma go hard on a bitch, I’mma do my thing do my job

I’mma hit from the window, to the wall

I’mma make you go Dominic Dawes on the dick

You know I’m talkin' 'bout?

I was in LA when you boy Casey hit me like:

«I got a couple girls, won’t you hit it with that Frankenstein

I been up cause I’m on that New York time

Hustle hard cause I’m on that New York grind

I been runnin' all day, in the studio for two weeks straight

Now it’s time to play, 'bout to meet a couple cuties at Earth Cafe

I’m bout to have some cappuccino with some bitches, you know

I swear to God this bitch is lying, say her cousin’s Cee-Lo

She talkin' 'bout how she be singing with these different people

And how Breezy wanna sign her but keep it on the le-low

And I’m like, uh-huh, bitch you’re lying just hop up on this fat dick

Baby you like it raw like I’m a dirty bastard

Take them panties off and I’mma make that pussy pop bitch

Bet the money make her do a backflip

It’s suzzy season, it’s a wrap for all that whack shit

Out of state women like my accent

I need a R&B single like a Mac-10

You know the homies got it, never lackin'

Made a million of this independent rappin'

We gon' sell it all, we gon' get it back then

HBK game gang, team captain

Faded off Patron, she won’t leave me alone

The money make her backflip, she never going home

She dippin' in the dust and make that body rush

Girl, you know what’s up