Throwin’ Money [Paranormal Activity]

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

So Icey 1017 back off in the building

Throwin up money like we mad at the ceiling

Stacko mode quapo mode

Tell em bout ima throw

Racks never get them back Mr. do that shit some more

Jewelry game hysterical, my neck look like the modern car

Woke up in the morning, said fuck it, bought another car

Dumb quap crazy money, money like a mountain (woah)

Please tell my accountant I need help to count it

Serious luxurious, red diamonds on that period

So Icey affiliates

Throw money like we idiots

Some think we ignorant and don't know what to do with it

I give my nigga Waka 20,000 and he threw the shit

[Chorus: Sean Garret]

Ima throw money

Ima throw money

Every bad bitch got a bag filled with some hundreds

And that's how a real nigga does it

Pop bands, like George Bush pop budgets

And every time a bitch talk to me

She know the look in my eye, means she gon' love it

Get down shawty and scrub it (scrub it)

Ima throw money

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]

Checkerboard chain, red and black diamonds

Step inside the club, throwing money, we shining

Gucci belt holding up the Armani jeans

Soulja Tell 'Em do some shit you ain't ever seen

I got the game on lock like Dread

Soulja Tell 'Em take 5 blunts to the head

I'm a superstar, yeah bitch and you know this (huh)

Hundreds falling, and you gotta catch 'em all like Pokémon

SOD Money Gang, ain't nothing changed

Money falling from the sky like I'm walking through the rain

A million dollars spent on my motherfucking chain

Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, Sean Garret and the Gucci Mane

[Chorus: Sean Garret]

Ima throw money

Ima throw money

Every bad bitch got a bag filled with some hundreds

And that's how a real nigga does it

Pop bands, like George Bush pop budgets

And every time a bitch talk to me

She know the look in my eye, means she gon love it

Get down shawty and scrub it (scrub it)

Ima throw money

[Verse 3: Sean Garret & Gucci Mane]

[?] when they see a nigga

Plenty of cash on the dash, with no stingy nigga

Tripled up on my tummy like Hilfiger

So I'm [?]

Me and Gucci man pop pills for the ladies in the ghetto

Club full of rich nigga everyone's mellow

Wide diamonds yellow

You know how this shit go

[Chorus: Sean Garret]

Ima throw money

Ima throw money

Every bad bitch got a bag filled with some hundreds

And that's how a real nigga does it

Pop bands, like George Bush pop budgets

And every time a bitch talk to me

She know that look in my eye, means she gon love it

Get down shawty and scrub it (scrub it)

Ima throw...