Throw Fits (feat. City Girls & Juvenile)
Do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha do
Do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha, do it
Remember shawty made a monkey on the -?
But now I'm 'bout to make you throw such a fit
Remember shawty made a monkey on the -?
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
Do whatcha do whatcha, do whatcha do
We got London on the track
Highway!
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 s-, 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 v- rejuvenated, it's a different f-
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 f- (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?"
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
I got two phones
One for my sugar daddy, other for my shawty, he be trigger happy
P- real raw, it ain't never nasty
Got my own boots just to make me happy
F- another drip, spot a new Patek
He gon' it want back, I'm his fellow freak
Get him stuck in my -, I ain't finna greet
F- him once, f- him twice, now we on streak
Late night in the Hills, f- 'em on the street
If my p- past 12 like night tree
What's the name? Yung Miami
Hood b- 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 a- like a kid of mine
You don't like me? B-, go get in line
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
She told me "I just wanna f-," 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 b-
I'm in a Lamborghini for the thirsty
B- who just wanna f- with n- who in first place
Lookin' at the festiviana, ain't no ultimatum
I never showed a n- 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 f- 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 d-, monkey on the d-
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
Remember shawty made a monkey on the d-?
But now I'm 'bout to make you throw such a fit
Remember shawty made a monkey on the d-?
But now I'm 'bout to make you throw such a fit
Do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha, do it
Remember shawty made a monkey on the -?
But now I'm 'bout to make you throw such a fit
Remember shawty made a monkey on the -?
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
Do whatcha do whatcha, do whatcha do
We got London on the track
Highway!
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 s-, 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 v- rejuvenated, it's a different f-
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 f- (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?"
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
I got two phones
One for my sugar daddy, other for my shawty, he be trigger happy
P- real raw, it ain't never nasty
Got my own boots just to make me happy
F- another drip, spot a new Patek
He gon' it want back, I'm his fellow freak
Get him stuck in my -, I ain't finna greet
F- him once, f- him twice, now we on streak
Late night in the Hills, f- 'em on the street
If my p- past 12 like night tree
What's the name? Yung Miami
Hood b- 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 a- like a kid of mine
You don't like me? B-, go get in line
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
She told me "I just wanna f-," 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 b-
I'm in a Lamborghini for the thirsty
B- who just wanna f- with n- who in first place
Lookin' at the festiviana, ain't no ultimatum
I never showed a n- 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 f- 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 d-, monkey on the d-
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
Remember shawty made a monkey on the d-?
But now I'm 'bout to make you throw such a fit
Remember shawty made a monkey on the d-?
But now I'm 'bout to make you throw such a fit
Credits
Writer(s): Caresha Brownlee, Renetta Yemika Lowe, Terius Gray, Derrick Carrington Gray, London Tyler Holmes, Kendall Roark Bailey, Jatavia Johnson, Gerald Earl Gillum, Aubrey Robinson
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