Quavo & T.I. – Backwards Lyrics

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"Backwards." - Quavo & T.I.

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 02:06 pm

Album: QRÖMELIFE (Extended Version)

Track No: 01

These dollars ain't gon' throw themselves
Huncho
A-T-L-A-N-T-A, Atlanta (Welcome to Atlanta)
You can get the most up out the dollar
Fine shit, thick, lemon pepper (Yeah)
White, brown, flavors, ****, yee
A-T-L-A-N-T-A, Atlanta
Middle of the trap, you see a Phantom (That where we from)
All type of poles, more than Magic
All type of hoes throwin' it backwards (Come on)
Throw it backwards, throw it backwards
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it (I don't want no ones till she throw it backwards)
Quavo pull up first, right?
Throw it backwards (Yeah)
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it (Told her she ain't done till she throw it backwards)
Then the king pull up
Throw it backwards, throw it backwards (Yeah)
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it (Turnin' in the lot, I had to pull in backwards)
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it (You think I ain't going? I'm going)
(We in Atlanta, yeah, y'all know what this is) (No leavin' with them ones, gotta bring 'em backwards)
Freaky dancer, still begging me to wife her (Freak)
First time I met lil' mama, ooh, she let me pipe her (Ooh)
Don't leave your girl 'round me, I'ma snipe her (Smash)
Pull that money out, shit, this the trap capital (Woo, woo, woo)
Ain't no backin' out, shit, countin' and spend it backwards (Nah, spend it)
Hands on the stick, the fetti made her do a backflip (Flip it)
Turned her to a stripper, told her clap it to my adlibs
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it (Baow, boaw, boaw, boaw)
Welcome to Atlanta, you can fuck a dancer
She gon' give you one shot to fuck them bands up
Trap **** and scammers, pull up Phantom
Ooh, she keep rewindin', throwin' it backwards
Backwards, throw it, backwards, throw it (Let me see you show it, let me see you do it)
Backwards, throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it (I don't want no ones till she throw it backwards)
(Hey, let me see you show it, let me see you do it) Throw it backwards, throw it backwards
Told her she ain't done till she throw it backwards (Y'all know what this is)
Throw it backwards, throw it backwards (Hey, let me see you show it, let me see you do it)
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it (Turnin' in the lot, I had to pull in backwards)
(Hey, let me see you show it, let me see you do it) Throw it backwards, throw it backwards
No leavin' with them ones, gotta bring 'em back—
Aye, I know how to make her throw it back (Throw it back, woo, woo)
Trap ****, havin' thousand dollar stacks (Trap)
She know we thumbin' through million, chillin', ain't nothin' to do
Fur cat, lil' mama in traffic, then run up on her in action (Trap, and woo, go)
Revert with it, ass hangin' out the skirt with it (Out the skirt)
She throw that shit like she the last on the Earth with it (Woo, woo)
With purse stiching, dollars in her vision (Woo, woo)
Play this for her, listen, turn it to a twerk-tition (Talk to 'em)
Gonna pay off and pin 'em, they say they new to Atlanta (She cappin')
Them other bitches is thicker, but they say lil' booties matter (Soo, soo)
We popped a half of one and had some fun to help you get they asses done (Pop it)
Till the sun came, like they did, couldn't be mad or nothin' (Go)
Welcome to Atlanta, you can fuck a dancer
She gon' give you one shot to fuck them bands up
Trap **** and scammers, pull up Phantom
Ooh, she keep rewindin', throwin' it backwards
Backwards, throw it, backwards, throw it (Let me see you do it)
Backwards, throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it (I don't want no ones till she throw it backwards)
(Hey, let me see you show it, let me see you do it) Throw it backwards, throw it backwards
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it
Told her she ain't done till she throw it backwards (Y'all know what this is)
Throw it backwards, throw it backwards (Let me see you show it, let me see you do it)
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it (Turnin' in the lot, I had to pull in backwards)
(Hey, let me see you show it, let me see you do it) Throw it backwards, throw it backwards
No leavin' with them ones, gotta bring 'em backwards (Throw it, throw it, throw it)
Aye, look
This how that ass should look

Writer(s): Quavious Marshall, Pharrell Williams & Clifford Harris.

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