J-Kidd - Throwin' Money (feat. Pastor Troy & King Killumbia) Lyrics

If you ain't throwin' money
Then you watchin', you in the way
Me and my niggas in here bottle poppin'
But I ain't Rose'
P.T. Cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeits
If you ain't throwin' money
Then you watchin', you in the way
Me and my niggas in here bottle poppin'
But I ain't Rose'
P.T. Cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeits

Money make her dance, Bands make her f*ck
She tried to grab my dick and 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 f*ckem
She ain't a bad lil bitch with some ass and some tits
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 f*ck wit a whole lot of people around
With this money it's harder to trust em
Throwin' this paper like f*ck em
She plotting on leaving her husband
I like to drink, I like to smoke
I like to f*ck going savage every stroke
I like to drink, I like to smoke
I like to f*ck goin savage every stroke
Aye

If you ain't throwin' money
Then you watchin', you in the way
Me and my niggas in here bottle poppin'
But I ain't Rose'
P.T. Cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeits
If you ain't throwin' money
Then you watchin', you in the way
Me and my niggas in here bottle poppin'
But I ain't Rose'
P.T. Cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeits

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 and yea I love 'em maine

If you ain't throwin' money
Then you watchin', you in the way
Me and my niggas in here bottle poppin'
But I ain't Rose'
P.T. Cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeits
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'
P.T. Cruzier keep dat Ruger
Even why she poppin' it
Even why she droppin' it
Ya'll niggas throwin' counterfeits

I'm da shit and 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 P.T. Crusin'