J.Kidd, King Killumbia, Pastor Troy - Throwin' Money lyrics
[J.Kidd, King Killumbia, Pastor Troy - Throwin' Money lyrics]
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'
PT cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeit's
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'
PT cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeit's
Money make her dance, Bands make her fuck
She tried to grab my dick
& 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 tit's
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 fuck wit a whole lot of people around
With this money it's harder to trust em
Throwin' this paper like fuck em
She plotting on leaving her husband
I like to drink, I like to smoke
I like to fuck going savage every stroke
I like to drink, I like to smoke
I like to fuck goin savage every stroke aye
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'
PT cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeit's
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'
PT cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeit's
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 & yea I love 'em maine
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'
PT cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeit's
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'
PT cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeit's
I'm da shit & 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 PT crusin'
Then you watchin', you in the way
Me & my niggas in here bottle poppin'
But I ain't Rose'
PT cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeit's
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'
PT cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeit's
Money make her dance, Bands make her fuck
She tried to grab my dick
& 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 tit's
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 fuck wit a whole lot of people around
With this money it's harder to trust em
Throwin' this paper like fuck em
She plotting on leaving her husband
I like to drink, I like to smoke
I like to fuck going savage every stroke
I like to drink, I like to smoke
I like to fuck goin savage every stroke aye
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'
PT cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeit's
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'
PT cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeit's
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 & yea I love 'em maine
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'
PT cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeit's
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'
PT cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeit's
I'm da shit & 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 PT crusin'