Imma Throw This Money While They Throw Fits Lyrics

Presenting you Imma Throw This Money While They Throw Fits Lyrics” by London On Da Track & G-Eazy. The song name is Throw Fits.

Imma Throw This Money While They Throw Fits Lyrics

Do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha do
Do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha, do it
Remember shawty made a monkey on the d–k?
But now I’m ’bout to make you throw such a fit
Remember shawty made a monkey on the d–k?
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
Now do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha do
We got London on the track
My way

[Verse 1: 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 (Poof)
If you ain’t tryna suck d–k, then be gone, uh
Hop out the Porsche, got in the ‘Rari just to switch it up (Skrrt)
Zero to sixty, 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 f–k (B____h)
Me and London pullin’ up in these Lambo trucks (That’s a fact)
Spent ten thousand while you throw your little hundred bucks (Broke as^)
That really was a splurge? I mean you broke as f–k (Broke a^s)
It’s raining game, 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 chicken at Blue Flame I’m askin’ where my food at (B____h)
[Chorus: 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

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
I got two phones, one for my sugar daddy
Other for my shooter, he be trigger happy
P–y real bald, it ain’t never nappy
Got my own whip just to make me happy
f–k another flip, spot a new Philippe
He gon’ run it back, I’m his favorite freak
Yeah, don’t step in my p—y, now he feelin’ great
f–k him once, f–k him twice, now we on streak
Late night in the Hills, f–k him on the street
Eat my p—y past 12, late night treat
What’s her name? Yung Miami
Hood B____h, “Act Up” need a Grammy
My son come first, that’s family
Somebody touch him, that’s them life gambling
Real take the top off, no tan lines
Hate gets no reply, you a fan of mine
I should whoop your a^s like a kid of mine
You don’t like me? B____h, go get in line (Period)
[Chorus: 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

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
She told me I just wanna f–k, I told her she a psychic
She asked me ’bout her friend, I said yeah I hit, but I ain’t like it
I like my women like my crawfish, hot and spicy
You want to chill when I come over? Ho, then don’t invite me
It’s mister bounce back, spin and get it all back
Money good, but first you gotta empty out my ballsacks
I’m in a Lamborghini feelin’ thirsty
B____hs who just wanna f–k with n__gas who in first place
You lookin’ at the best up in here, ain’t no ultimatum
I never showed them n__gas mercy, only God forgave ’em
We throwin’ money in the air, we tryna touch the ceiling
n__gas keep lookin’ and they can’t get out they f–kin’ feelings
Bounce it for a twenty, shake it for the fifty
Do it for a hundred, pay your bills with it (Pay your bills, baby)
Ain’t no other d–k, this the only d–k
Now monkey on the d–k, monkey on the d–k
[Chorus: 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

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