Song Imma Throw This Money While They Throw Fits Lyrics

“Imma Throw This Money While They Throw Fits Lyrics” sung by London On Da Track & G-Eazy represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Throw Fits by London On Da Track & G-Eazy.

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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