Throw Fits (Lyrics):

Yeah, you’re my platinum, I’ma empty out the ATM
I don’t see the snow cap, and I don’t play for tims
One thousand, two thousand, three, gone
If you ain’t tryna suck di*k, then be gone
Hop out the Porsche, got in the ‘Rari just to switch it up
0-60, 2.8, I paddle shifted up
West Hollywood, little model, she got a nip and tuck
Got her vag*na rejuvenated, it’s a different fu*k
Me and London pullin’ up in these Lambo trucks
Spent a thousand while you throw your little hundred bucks
I really want to splurge, some of you broke as fu*k
It’s friend and gang, get a poncho, come and soak it up
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?”
I just ordered at Blue Flame I’m askin’ “Where my food at?”

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 goin’ crazy when I throw this
I’ma throw this money while they throw fits
I’m-I’ma throw this money while they throw fits
I’ma-I’ma throw this money while they throw fits
Why you got your hands out? You can’t hold this

I got two phones
One for my sugar daddy, other for my shawty, he be trigger happy
pus*y real raw, it ain’t never nasty
Got my own boots just to make me happy
fu*k another drip, spot a new Patek
He gon’ it want back, I’m his fellow freak
Get him stuck in my pus*y, I ain’t finna greet
fu*k him once, fu*k him twice, now we on streak
Late night in the Hills, fu*k ’em on the street
If my pus*y past 12 like night tree
What’s the name? Yung Miami
Lil bit*h act up, need a Grammy
My son comes first, that’s family
Somebody touch him, that’s them like gambling
Will take the top off, no tan lines
If you ain’t get no reply, you a friend of mine
I should whoop your as* like a kid of mine
You don’t like me? bit*h, go get in line

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 goin’ crazy when I throw this
I’ma throw this money while they throw fits
I’m-I’ma throw this money while they throw fits
I’ma-I’ma throw this money while they throw fits
Why you got your hands out? You can’t hold this

She told me “I just wanna fu*k,” I told her she a psycho
She asked me if I got a friend, I said yeah but I ain’t like it
I like my women like my crawfish, hot and spicy
You want to chill when I come over? Well then come on and bite me
This is Mr. Bounce back, spin and get it all back
Money good but first you gotta empty out my ball sacks
I’m in a Lamborghini for the thirsty
bit*hes who just wanna fu*k with nig*as who in first place
Lookin’ at the festiviana, ain’t no ultimatum
I never showed a nig*a’s mercy, only go for game
We throwin’ money in the air, we tryna touch the ceiling
nig*as keep lookin’ and they can’t get out they fu*kin’ feelings
Bounce it for the 20s, shake it for the 50s
Do it for a hundred, pay your bills baby
Ain’t no other gig, this the only payment
Now monkey on the di*k, monkey on the di*k

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 goin’ crazy when I throw this
I’ma throw this money while they throw fits
I’m-I’ma throw this money while they throw fits
I’ma-I’ma throw this money while they throw fits
Why you got your hands out? You can’t hold this


Throw Fits” is a new track by the American rapper G-Eazy dropped Wednesday, May 15, 2019, via RCA records. The new song was produced by London On Da Track and features guest appearances from Juvenile and City Girls’ member Yung Miami.

G-Eazy – Throw Fits
Single art

G-Eazy announced the release of the song on Tuesday by posting a snippet of the official video along with the caption “Huge anthem dropping tomorrow | THROW FITS.”