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G-Eazy
G-Eazy
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City Girls
City Girls
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Juvenile
Juvenile
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London Holmes
London Holmes
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London Holmes
London Holmes
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Caresha Brownlee
Caresha Brownlee
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Jatavia Johnson
Jatavia Johnson
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Aubrey Robinson
Aubrey Robinson
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Roark Bailey
Roark Bailey
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Gerald Gillum
Gerald Gillum
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Terius Gray
Terius Gray
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Renetta Yemika Lowe
Renetta Yemika Lowe
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Gray Derrick Carrington
Gray Derrick Carrington
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London Holmes
London Holmes
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Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
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Roark Bailey
Roark Bailey
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[Verse 1]
(Do what ya, do what ya, do what ya do)
(Do what ya, do what ya, do what ya, do what ya)
(Remember Shorty made that Monkey On Tha D$ck)
(Well, now I'm 'bout to make these hoes catch a fit)
(Remember Shorty made that Monkey On Tha D$ck)
(Well, now I'm 'bout to make these hoes catch a fit)
(These hoes catch a fit, these hoes catch a fit)
(These hoes catch a fit, these hoes catch a fit)
(Do what ya, do what ya, do what ya do)
We got London On Da Track
[Verse 2]
Get my platinum, I'ma empty out the ATM
On the seat, that's no cap, I don't play pretend
One-thousand, two-thousand, three, done
If you ain't tryna suck dick then be gone
Hopped out the Porche, got in a 'Rari just to switch it up
0-60, 2.8, I paddle-shift it up
West Hollywood, little model, she got a nip-and-tuck
Got her vagina rejuvenated, it's a different fuck
Me and London pullin' up in these Lambo trucks
Spent a thousand while you throw your lil' hundred bucks
That really was a splurge, homie, you broke as fuck
It's raining game, get a poncho, come and soak it up
[Verse 3]
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 a chain, a blue flame, I'm asking where my food at
[Verse 4]
(Hey bitch)
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 going crazy when I throw hits
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
Why you got your hands out? You can't hold this
[Verse 5]
I got two phones
One for my sugar daddy, other for my shooter, he be trigger-happy
Pussy real bald, it ain't never nappy
Get my own whip just to make me happy
Fuckin' up blues, bought a new Philippe
He gon' want it back, I'm his favorite freak
Let him step in my pussy, now he finna great
Fuck him once, fuck him twice, now he on streak
Late night in the hills, fuck him on the street
Eat my pussy past twelve, late-night treat
[Verse 6]
What's the name? Yung Miami
Hood bitch act up, need a Grammy
My son come first, that's family
Somebody touch him, that's them life-gambling
Real one, take off the top, no tan lines
Hatin' gets no reply, you a fan of mine
I'll shoulda whoop your ass like a kid of mine
You don't like me bitch? Go get in line
[Verse 7]
(Hey bitch)
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 going crazy when I throw hits
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
Why you got your hands out? You can't hold this
[Verse 8]
(Do what ya, do what ya, do what ya do)
[Verse 9]
She told me she just wanna fuck, I told her she a psychic
She asked me 'bout her friend, I say I'll hit, but I ain't like it
I like my women like my crawfish, hot and spicy
You wanna chill when I come over hoe then don't invite me
It's mister bounce back, spend and get it all back
Money good, but first you gotta empty out my ballsack
I'm in a Lamborghini for the thirsty
Bitches who just wanna fuck with **** who in first place
You lookin' at the best up in here, ain't no ultimatum
I never show them **** mercy, only God forgave them
We throwin' money in the air, we tryna touch the ceiling
**** keep lookin' and they can't get out they fuckin' feelings
[Verse 10]
Bounce it for a 20, shake it for a 50
Do it for a 100, pay your bills with it (Pay your bills, baby)
Ain't no other dick, this the only dick
Now monkey on tha dick, monkey on tha dick
[Verse 11]
(Hey bitch)
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 going crazy when I throw hits
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
Why you got your hands out? You can't hold this
Written by: London Holmes, Caresha Brownlee, Jatavia Johnson, Aubrey Robinson, Roark Bailey, Gerald Gillum, Terius Gray, Renetta Yemika Lowe, Derrick Carrington Gray
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