Throw Fits London On Da Track & G-Eazy (Ft. City Girls & Juvenile)

[Intro]
Do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha do
Do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha, do it
Remember shawty made a monkey on the dick?
But now I'm 'bout to make you throw such a fit
Remember shawty made a monkey on the dick?
But now I'm 'bout to make you throw such a fit
Now throw such a fit, now throw such a fit
Now throw such a fit, now throw such a fit
Now throw such a fit, now throw such a fit
Now do whatcha, do whatcha, do whatcha do
We got London on the track
My way

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Get my platinum, I'ma empty out the ATM (ATM)
On the seat, no cap, and I don't play pretend (Facts)
One thousand, two thousand, three, gone (Poof)
If you ain't tryna suck dick, then be gone, uh
Hop out the Porsche, got in the 'Rari just to switch it up (Skrrt)
Zero to sixty, 2.8, I paddle shifted up
West Hollywood, little model, she got a nip and tuck (Facts)
Got her vagina rejuvenated, it's a different fuck (Bitch)
Me and London pullin' up in these Lambo trucks (That's a fact)
Spent ten thousand while you throw your little hundred bucks (Broke ass)
That really was a splurge? I mean you broke as fuck (Broke ass)
It's raining game, 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?"
Just ordered chicken at Blue Flame I'm askin' where my food at (Bitch)