Throw Fits (feat. G-Eazy, City Girls & Juvenile)
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Throw Fits (feat. G-Eazy, City Girls & Juvenile)
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Do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha do
Do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha, do it
Remember shawty made a monkey on the dick?
But now I'm 'bout to make you throw such a fit
Remember shawty made a monkey on the dick?
But now I'm 'bout to make you throw such a fit
Now throw such a fit, now throw such a fit
Now throw such a fit, now throw such a fit
Now throw such a fit, now throw such a fit
Do whatcha do whatcha, do whatcha do
We got London on the track
Highway!
[G-Eazy]
Get my platinum, I'ma empty out the ATM (ATM)
On the seat, no cap, and I don't play pretend (facts)
One thousand, two thousand, three, gone
If you ain't tryna suck dick, then be gone
Hop out the Porsche, got in the 'Rari just to switch it up
0-60, 2. 8, I paddle shifted up
West Hollywood, little model, she got a nip and tuck (facts)
Got her vagina rejuvenated, it's a different fuck
Me and London pullin' up in these Lambo trucks (that's a fact)
Spent a thousand while you throw your little hundred bucks
That really was a splurge? I mean you broke as fuck (broke ass)
It's friend and gang, get a poncho, come and soak it up
Really, I mean for real, like where they do that?
In the Bay, we say yee!, in New Orleans, they say: Who dat?
I'm flagrant, I'm in lil baby's ear like: Where your dude at?
Just ordered China Blue Flame I'm askin': Where my food at? (Bitch)
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
Got the club goin' crazy when I throw this
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
Why you got your hands out? You can't hold this
[Yung Miami]
I got two phones, to bump my shit
Sugar daddy, other for my shooter, he be trigger happy
Pussy real bald, it ain't never nappy
Got my own boots just to make me happy
Fuck another drip, spot a new Patek
He gon' it want back, I'm his fellow freak
Get him stuck in my pussy, I ain't finna greet
Fuck him once, fuck him twice, now we on streak
Late night in the Hills, fuck 'em on the street
If my pussy past 12 like night tree
What's the name? Yung Miami
Hood bitch act up, need a Grammy
My son comes first, that's family
Somebody touch him, that's them like gambling
Will take the top off, no tan lines
If you ain't get no reply, you a friend of mine
I should whoop your ass like a kid of mine
You don't like me? Bitch, go get in line
[G-Eazy]
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
Got the club goin' crazy when I throw this
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
Why you got your hands out? You can't hold this
[Juvenile]
She told me I just wanna fuck, I told her she a psycho
She asked me if I got a friend, I said yeah but I ain't like it
I like my women like my crawfish, hot and spicy
You want to chill when I come over? Well then come on and bite me
This is Mr. Bounce back, spin and get it all back
Money good but first you gotta empty out my ball sacks
I'm in a Lamborghini for the thirsty
Bitches who just wanna fuck with niggas who in first place
Lookin' at the festiviana, ain't no ultimatum
I never showed a nigga's mercy, only God forgave 'em
We throwin' money in the air, we tryna touch the ceiling
Niggas keep lookin' and they can't get out they fuckin' feelings
Bounce it for the 20s, shake it for the 50s
Do it for a hundred, pay your bills, baby
Ain't no other gig, this the only payment
Now monkey on the dick, monkey on the dick
[G-Eazy]
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
Got the club goin' crazy when I throw this
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
I'ma throw this money while they throw fits
Why you got your hands out? You can't hold this
Do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha
Remember shawty made a monkey on the dick?
But now I'm 'bout to make you throw such a fit
Remember shawty made a monkey on the dick?
But now I'm 'bout to make you throw such a fit
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