Bet she throw it back

I bet she throw it back, I bet she throw it back

I bet she throw it back, bet she throw it back

Baby, throw it back, baby, throw it back

I bet she throw it back, piped up, like just how you grip it

Fendi flipper, chinchilla with a whole bunch of bitches

You packin' up these bitches, fine shit, stampin', trampin' ho

If he don't eat that pussy out your pants, then what your **** for?

Say duck and ride this dick with no hands before I boot the ho

Say can I swipe your black card, get you Backwood in the Texaco?

You fine enough, I might shoot you up, you'll be starrin' in my movie, though

Throw it, ho, throw it, ho

Throw it, throw it, throw it

I bet she throw it back, I bet she throw it back

I bet she throw it back, I bet she throw it back

Baby, throw it back, baby, throw it back

Don't wrestle with the dick, girl, don't rope me in, just forty

I'm clapping in your cheeks like it's early Sunday morning

Turn me up the bag, turn a good girl bad

Tell your friends about that dick 'cause this the best you ever had

Throw it, throw it, throw it

I bet she throw it back, I bet she throw it back

I bet she throw it back, I bet she throw it back

Baby, throw it back, baby, throw it back

Throw it, throw it, throw it

I bet she throw it back, I bet she throw it back

I bet she throw it back, I bet she throw it back

Baby, throw it back, baby, throw it back