London On Da Track & G-Eazy - 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



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