Lyrics:
Yeah, this a certified bop right here
Ay, Ay, Look why they throwin shade
Yeah why the throwin shade yeah
Yeah, and if you throwin shade my way
Baby, why you playing games for?
Girl, why you throwin' shade?
I said, baby why you playing games for?
Girl, why you throwin' shade?
And she switch
the rest, uh-uh)
Why you don't act the same? It's throwin' my mind off (throwin' my mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (nah)
I
Place left for me
Throwin' it down, throwin' it up, throwin' it sideways
Put on a show, I took the blow, I did it my way
Now we pullin' over cause you
Wessyyrr-fa-liv-ni ya!
("Throwin up the W" Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up?
("Throwin up the W" Ice Cube)
All you busta ass
warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f- flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin
Woo
Ya ya ya
Ya ya ya
Woo
She be throwin' dat ass in my face
In my face man
Young nigga shit
Oh boy
Hey
Ya ya ya
I just wanna have a good time
With
Huh, I'm feeling kinda like Tom Brady
Causing I'm throwin' the quarter
I'm throwin' it back
I'm throwin' it forward
I'm throwin' it sideways
Huh
Hit
Get sick cause I'm throwin' a fit
Hey
Hey
Let's kick
Tell me baby wanna split?
Cause shit I really want it
In the worst way
Hands I'm throwing up
You
grey tracksuit, see the bulge in that
See the motion clap when you're throwin' it back (When you're throwin' it back)
These females plannin' on doin' me
coochie
God in that Coochie
Swerve like a motherfucking god in that coochie
Throwin' my elbows (throwin' my elbows)
Throwin' my elbows, I'm doing my dance
I be throwing 100 like a rich nigga, walked up in that bitch, we throwin' B's
Don't fuck up in that bitch, we throwin' B's
Don't fuck up in that
I'm thowin it, I'm throwin, I'm throwin it , boy thumb
I'm throwin , I'm throwin it, I'm throwin it, boy thumb
Bae grab on my neck when we fuckin'
He
I'm feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house
Throwin' this money like it's no running out
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any
at me bitch
Walk up in this bitch, you better make that shit work
I'm throwin' hundreds in your face, you better make that shit work
And when you hop up
will pour your heart into
Any shimmering fad
Throwin' good after bad
People get addicted to
The rush, the chase, the new
Just hopin' that all that
on me, no fucks
Yeah, that bitch left me, show her no love
Bitch I'm throwin' hundreds, cryin' in the
Club
Bitch I'm throwin' hundreds
Cryin' in the club
I'm feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house
Throwin' this money like it's no running out
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any
got (money, yup)
Already holdin' (I got money too, baby, Luda)
Now you can have anything that you want
And I'm a keep throwin' ya, throwin' ya,
Every truth you tell got an asterisk on it
I'm so stressed out, pass the chronic
I feel like throwin' up
I feel like throwin' up
You make me sick, you
No risk, no gain
But I must have made a pass too plain
Her hand came flyin' and it really was a shame
Well, I guess she was throwin' her china
With
(Trap gangsters to the right)
Errybody throwin' money
(Errybody throwin' money)
Money fight, money fight
(Money fight, money fight)
Fuck givin'
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