Throwin' Dat

[Intro] San', you ready to record? Yeah Alright, let's go (It's Trax season, bruh) [Chorus] Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand Bo-bottle in hand, bo-bo-bo-bottle in hand Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man Bitch, I'm boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club Bo-bo-boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man [Verse 1] Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance (Woo) Booty like the water, put a nigga in a trance Ballin' in the club, he walkin' out empty-hand Boo-hoo in the face, bet he thought he had a friend Talk-talkin' that shit, but a bitch ain't tryna hear that (Uh) It's gettin' hot in here, where the fuck my fan at? (Ha, ha) Shots of '42, tell a nigga, "Go on and send that" It ain't trickin' if you got it, tell that nigga, "Go on and spend that" (Goddamn it) Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man He blowin' these bands, I might have to give him a chance He pulled out an Xan', but hold up, that ain't part of the plan Boy, move, get right and get with it (Get with it) I got the whole club shakin' they titties (Bitch, bounce) Better ask about me, I'm the hottest in the city Babylon after hours, in the spot gettin' jiggy (Gettin' jiggy) [Chorus] Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand Bo-bottle in hand, bo-bo-bo-bottle in hand Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man Bitch, I'm boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club Bo-bo-boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man [Verse 2] Now slide to the left, slide to the right Mammy got the kids, so we clubbin' all night We lookin' for the tricks, keep the brokies out of sight These ratchet hoes gettin' loose, ooh, I think they finna fight That ain't my problem, I came for a time I'm dressed to the T and I only hang with dimes I'm prime (Mhm), like Amazon Runnin' up this nigga tab like a marathon Now bounce that ass, ho, shake them titties I'm still lookin' for the littest lit bitches in the city All my bitches lookin' pretty, this the bad bitch committee Lame niggas get a dog, paid niggas get the kitty Bitch, I'm boppin' through the club with Chanel and a fan Red Bull in the can, I promise I'ma find me a man You know a bitch got the sauce, better find you a pan Talkin' all that cheap shit, boy, find me a grand [Chorus] Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand Bo-bottle in hand, bo-bo-bo-bottle in hand Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man Bitch, I'm boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club Bo-bo-boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man Throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand Bo-bottle in hand, bo-bo-bo-bottle in hand Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man Bitch, I'm boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club Bo-bo-boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man (It's Trax season, bruh)