Throw It Up

Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up
Get this mother fucker lit from the back to the front
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up
Getting dough with them racks, that’s a band, no ones

Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up
Get this mother fucker lit from the back to the front
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up
Getting dough with them racks, that’s a band, no ones

All this money coming in and I been getting to this work
And it’s mother fuck the system i’ma hit ‘em where it hurt
I been getting to these racks, big cash on the first
Check the dash, i’ma skirt, real fast rubber burn

Aye

Balling that’s a fact, aye, no I never lack, aye
Hundreds on my wrist so i’ma focus on the stats, aye
All these Bеnjamins it got me knowing i’m the man, aye yеah
Money fat, aye, blow it get it back

Get dough everyday, blow smoke, in your face, aye
Roll through the state, bring dough to the bank, aye
I been MIA, got a new one in the safe, aye
You don’t want a taste, it be booming like the bass

Aye

Flip with it, I been getting digits like a cell phone, aye
I'm a boss, money thick, like jello, aye
And I ball in this bitch, like Carmelo
When the money calls in this bitch, I’m like hello

Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up
Get this mother fucker lit from the back to the front
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up
Getting dough with them racks, that’s a band, no ones

Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up
Get this mother fucker lit from the back to the front
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up
Getting dough with them racks, that’s a band, no ones