Throwin' Money (feat. Pastor Troy & King Killumbia)

If you ain't throwin' money Then you watchin', you in the way Me and my niggas in here bottle poppin' But I ain't Rose' P.T. Cruzier keep dat Ruger Even why she poppin' it Even why she droppin' it Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeits If you ain't throwin' money Then you watchin', you in the way Me and my niggas in here bottle poppin' But I ain't Rose' P.T. Cruzier keep dat Ruger Even why she poppin' it Even why she droppin' it Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeits Money make her dance, Bands make her f*ck She tried to grab my dick and felt the pistol tucked I drink the ball, mix it with lean, Pass it around, share with the team We throwin' money, 50s and 100s If they ain't tippin' they watching so fuckem She ain't a bad lil bitch with some ass and some tits Then I really don't want her to touch me Her friend coming over and start bending over You gotta leave theres no discussion Don't f*ck wit a whole lot of people around With this money it's harder to trust em Throwin' this paper like f*ck em She plotting on leaving her husband I like to drink, I like to smoke I like to f*ck going savage every stroke I like to drink, I like to smoke I like to f*ck goin savage every stroke Aye If you ain't throwin' money Then you watchin', you in the way Me and my niggas in here bottle poppin' But I ain't Rose' P.T. Cruzier keep dat Ruger Even why she poppin' it Even why she droppin' it Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeits If you ain't throwin' money Then you watchin', you in the way Me and my niggas in here bottle poppin' But I ain't Rose' P.T. Cruzier keep dat Ruger Even why she poppin' it Even why she droppin' it Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeits King of the club, they call me Hurricane Cuz I can make it rain, Forecast takin' all my change U can tell I'm bout my paper see tha diamonds in my chain I'm ridin' in the range, out here scoopin' for some strange Told her Love is Pain when she screamin' out my name Sippin' on Champagne, lines of Cocaine Smokin' on some strain, Gas be propane Hotboy like Lil Wayne movin' freight like a train Wit da Pastor I'm ordained Takin' over like Hussein From US to Spain got bitches in Ukraine Dancin' on the pole all night entertain Married to my women and yea I love 'em maine If you ain't throwin' money Then you watchin', you in the way Me and my niggas in here bottle poppin' But I ain't Rose' P.T. Cruzier keep dat Ruger Even why she poppin' it Even why she droppin' it Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeits If you ain't throwin' money Then you watchin', you in the way Me & my niggas in here bottle poppin' But I ain't Rose' P.T. Cruzier keep dat Ruger Even why she poppin' it Even why she droppin' it Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeits I'm da shit and these bitches know how I do it Get about a thousand, Hoes start smilin' Next thing you know I do it Lame niggas lookin' Bad bitches choosin' I ain't ever losin' cuz P.T. Crusin'