Caskey - Back tha Club lyrics
[Caskey - Back tha Club lyrics]
Counting money and shit
Counting money, all this brand new shit
In the back the club
Ay, all my bitches stacking up
In the back the club
Fill the plastic bag, can you stack enough?
Throw the ones, throw the tens
Throw a stack of dubs
She ain't tryin' to fuck, she just clap it up
Yeah, whoa, in the back the club
Fill the plastic bag, can you stack it up?
Throw the ones, throw the tens
Throw a stack of dubs
She ain't tryin' to fuck, just want money up
All my bitches stack money, call your daddy
But you know this ain't her dad money
You all off inside the
Corner acting mad funny (Strange)
She gon' pass the ball before, now
She gon' pass it to me, yeah
She gon' hit the stage
She gon' twerk it for some big faces
Y'all amazed, we came up, bought us six cases
(Really balling) we throwing scholarships
Her ass is super tatted
You know a lot of girls
But you gotta have it
First time that she hit the stage
Pulled up in the Caddy (Skrrt)
Skrrt off in that Lexus, damn, girl
You know you're savvy
Forgot her name 'cause now
Everybody call her "Baddy"
Girl, you know you're savage
She got expensive habit's
Yeah, all my bitches stacking up
In the back the club
Fill the plastic bag, can you stack enough?
Throw the ones, throw the tens
Throw a stack of dubs
She ain't tryin' to fuck
She just want money up
Whoa, yeah, in the back the club
Plastic bag, stacking up
Throw the ones, throw the tens
Throw a stack of dubs
She ain't tryin' to fuck
She just want money up
She gon' hit the strip
Leave the telly by herself (Damn)
Gotta catch a flight when
You're really chasing wealth (Plane)
In a different city every night
This how she felt (Whoa)
Alexander Wang, shit
What kind of cards you're dealt?
Looking for the ballers, man
I heard that he a wild
She been working two nights
She just made like thirty thou'
Came back home
It look like she the richest bitch in town
You the trap star but you're
Broke and juggin' pounds
And she got her money up
She got them bands, baby
Y'all ain't even done enough
She roll up the honey dutch
Everybody wanna touch
She count it and run it up
She count it and run it up
All my bitches stacking up
In the back the club
Get the plastic bag, can you stack enough?
Throw the ones, throw the tens
Throw a stack of dubs
She ain't tryin' to fuck
She just want money up
Yeah, whoa, in the back the club
Fill the plastic bag, can you stack enough?
Throw the ones, throw the tens
Throw a stack of dubs
She ain't tryin' to fuck
She just want money up
Counting money, all this brand new shit
In the back the club
Ay, all my bitches stacking up
In the back the club
Fill the plastic bag, can you stack enough?
Throw the ones, throw the tens
Throw a stack of dubs
She ain't tryin' to fuck, she just clap it up
Yeah, whoa, in the back the club
Fill the plastic bag, can you stack it up?
Throw the ones, throw the tens
Throw a stack of dubs
She ain't tryin' to fuck, just want money up
All my bitches stack money, call your daddy
But you know this ain't her dad money
You all off inside the
Corner acting mad funny (Strange)
She gon' pass the ball before, now
She gon' pass it to me, yeah
She gon' hit the stage
She gon' twerk it for some big faces
Y'all amazed, we came up, bought us six cases
(Really balling) we throwing scholarships
Her ass is super tatted
You know a lot of girls
But you gotta have it
First time that she hit the stage
Pulled up in the Caddy (Skrrt)
Skrrt off in that Lexus, damn, girl
You know you're savvy
Forgot her name 'cause now
Everybody call her "Baddy"
Girl, you know you're savage
She got expensive habit's
Yeah, all my bitches stacking up
In the back the club
Fill the plastic bag, can you stack enough?
Throw the ones, throw the tens
Throw a stack of dubs
She ain't tryin' to fuck
She just want money up
Whoa, yeah, in the back the club
Plastic bag, stacking up
Throw the ones, throw the tens
Throw a stack of dubs
She ain't tryin' to fuck
She just want money up
She gon' hit the strip
Leave the telly by herself (Damn)
Gotta catch a flight when
You're really chasing wealth (Plane)
In a different city every night
This how she felt (Whoa)
Alexander Wang, shit
What kind of cards you're dealt?
Looking for the ballers, man
I heard that he a wild
She been working two nights
She just made like thirty thou'
Came back home
It look like she the richest bitch in town
You the trap star but you're
Broke and juggin' pounds
And she got her money up
She got them bands, baby
Y'all ain't even done enough
She roll up the honey dutch
Everybody wanna touch
She count it and run it up
She count it and run it up
All my bitches stacking up
In the back the club
Get the plastic bag, can you stack enough?
Throw the ones, throw the tens
Throw a stack of dubs
She ain't tryin' to fuck
She just want money up
Yeah, whoa, in the back the club
Fill the plastic bag, can you stack enough?
Throw the ones, throw the tens
Throw a stack of dubs
She ain't tryin' to fuck
She just want money up