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...