by Peace Umanah — September 14, 2026
Backwards Lyrics by Quavo & T.I.
Intro: Quavo, Jermaine Dupri & T.I.
These dollars ain’t gon’ throw themself
Huncho
ATLA, ATL, Atlanta (Welcome to Atlanta)
You can get the most up out the dollar
Fine shit, thick, lemon pepper (Yeah)
White, brown, flavors, nigga, yee
ATLA, ATL, 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)
Chorus: Quavo & Jermaine Dupri
Throw it backwards, throw it backwards
Throw it (I don’t want no ones ’til she throw it backwards)
Quavo pull up first, right?
Throw it backwards (Yeah)
Throw it, throw it (Told her she ain’t done ’til she throw it backwards)
Then the king pull up
Backwards, throw it backwards (Yeah)
Throw it (Turnin’ in the lot, I had to pull in backwards)
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 ’еm backwards)
Verse 1: Quavo
Freaky dancer, still begging mе to wife her (Freak)
First time I met lil’ mama, ooh, she let me pipe her (Uh)
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 (Nah), countin’ and spend it backwards (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 ad-libs”
Throw it (Baow), throw it (Baow), throw it (Baow), throw it
Pre-Chorus: Quavo
Welcome to Atlanta, you can fuck a dancer
She gon’ give you one shot to fuck them bands up
Trap niggas and scammers, pull up Phantom
Ooh, she keep rewindin’, throwin’ it backwards
Chorus: Quavo & Jermaine Dupri
Backwards, throw it (Let me see you show it), backwards, throw it (Let me see you do it)
Backwards, throw it (I don’t want no ones ’til she throw it backwards, hey)
Throw it backwards (Let me see you show it), throw it backwards (Let me see you do it)
Told her she ain’t done ’til she throw it backwards (Y’all know what this is, hey)
Throw it backwards (Let me see you show it), throw it backwards (Let me see you do it)
Turnin’ in the lot, I had to pull in backwards (Hey)
Throw it backwards (Let me see you show it), throw it backwards (Let me see you do it)
No leavin’ with them ones, gotta bring ’em back—
Verse 2: T.I., Quavo & Jermaine Dupri
Ayy, I know how to make her throw it back (Throw it back, woo, woo)
Trap nigga, havin’ thousand dollar stacks (Trap, thousand dollar stack)
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 her to a twerktition (Talk to ’em)
It’ll payoff [2:12][?] (Shit)
They say they new to Atlanta (She cappin’)
Them other bitches is thicker, but they say lil’ booty matter
We popped a half of one and had some fun to help you get they asses done (Pop it)
‘Til the sun came, like they did, couldn’t be mad enough (Go)
Pre-Chorus: Quavo
Welcome to Atlanta, you can fuck a dancer
She gon’ give you one shot to fuck them bands up
Trap niggas and scammers, pull up Phantom
Ooh, she keep rewindin’, throwin’ it backwards
Chorus: Quavo & Jermaine Dupri
Backwards, throw it backwards, throw it (Let me see you do it)
Backwards, throw it (I don’t want no ones ’til she throw it backwards, hey)
Throw it backwards (Let me see you show it), throw it backwards (Let me see you do it)
Told her she ain’t done ’til she throw it backwards (Y’all know what this is)
Throw it backwards (Let me see you show it), throw it backwards (Let me see you do it)
Turnin’ in the lot, I had to pull in backwards (Hey)
Throw it backwards (Let me see you show it), throw it backwards (Let me see you do it)
No leavin’ with them ones, gotta bring ’em backwards
Outro: Jermaine Dupri
Ayy, look
This how that ass should look
