King & Prince - New Orleans Fire (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Back it up Throw it like I'm paying for it
Show it, make it clap Drop make it pop
Get Ready Get Ready get ya wobble on
Pop it Pop it Drop it Drop it

Nice Clothes Wrist Froze big body Benz
100 Bandz on chain Chedder Switching Lanes
It's ya birthday in the birthday suit Show Stopper
Put it on her, now she taking me to Red Lobster
She the Queen fashionova babygirl a Soulja
In a Range Rover, Sexy Diva, with her Casanova
A lil, sticky icky and now she Licky Licky
She's a Red Bone no bruise that's a Hicky
Whip out the whip cream strawberry Milkshake
She like, My God Go Slow hold up Wait
I'm like, nothing coming to a sleeper, but a Dream
So we go Hard she squirt My God

Back it up Throw it like I'm paying for it
Show it make it clap Drop make it pop
Get Ready Get Ready get ya wobble on
Pop it Pop it Drop it Drop it
Twerk, Twerk, Twerk Twerk, Twerk it Out
Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk it Out
Back Back, Back Back, Back it up
Back Back Back Back Back it up

I see the slim thick, that Rihanna Type
Panty lining popping, ass Dynamite
Buying Drinks at the bar, Celebrating the good Life
Feeling like The Sunshine, but it's Late Night
They throwing hurricanes, I still take flight
Lotta Sharks in the water, no stage fright
From the 9th Ward, That's the Pitts of Hell
God Sprinkled Heaven on my Grave, I'm alive & well
For Nipsey Hustle, the Marathon Continues
Keep the bud blowing, gold bottles on the Menu
Bank Account Jumping, Labels wanna Sign Me
85/15 if you wanna Find Me

Back it up Throw it like I'm paying for it
Show it make it clap Drop make it pop
Get Ready Get Ready get ya wobble on
Pop it Pop it Drop it Drop it
Twerk, Twerk, Twerk Twerk, Twerk it Out
Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk it Out
Back Back, Back Back, Back it up
Back Back Back Back Back it up

Got the Bag, Got the weed, the drinks, and the Freaks
If She take Me out to eat, I'm Eating that Physique
We do it this Big, We living this Good
I got some California ties, like The old Suge
Bring it back, I'm slanging Pipe, baby, bomb Sex
I got her soul searching, blowing up the Text
I'm a Trillionaire, you just see the Process
You should ride with me, I'm forever Blessed
I been through some things, kinda hard to Explain
Pull up at the White House, Hot, Big Flame
My future too Bright, put yo Versace's On
I smell Snoop Dogg man cave, new Cologne

Back it up Throw it like I'm paying for it
Show it make it clap Drop make it pop
Get Ready Get Ready get ya wobble on
Pop it Pop it Drop it Drop it
Twerk, Twerk, Twerk Twerk, Twerk it Out
Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk it Out
Back Back, Back Back, Back it up
Back Back Back Back Back it up

Trillionaire Music King Prince
Yah Let's Go
They' getting turnt up out there on Fire
Take it back to the 9th Ward... New Orleans
Y'all know how we do it