A backyard party We're just having a backyard party I feel like yeah Everyone's happy Finally it's the weekend All the hard work's behind me, yeah And I just invited all my friends I'm bout to throw something on the grill And get together and play some

Throw that money in the air and say yeah Throw that money in one hand and say yeah And say yeah In the back of the club with a stack full a dubs Drop it low like a pro, bring it back, that's what's up All my dogs up in here, plus there's hoes everywhere

Don't talk to me, get your bread up We eatin', all my niggas fed up Bitch broke, shut up And we used to fuck but I got fed up Bitch you broke, shut up Yeah we used to fuck but I got fed up You a ho rat, that pussy throwback I’m tryna fuck, you ain’t

Throw it back, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh 2-17 on the track, man Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy

Shit can happen Shit can happen (throw ya hands up!) Shit can happen (yeah, yeah) That's right motherfuckers we back Same slanging Orangutangin Wilding out on hoodrats that say I act like like I'm too famous