[Intro]

We're about to set it off right now

[Interlude 1]

You know I ain't Bill Gates, honey

But I'mma act like I ain't never had money

[Hook]

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

You see me throw it away

And throw it away

I like to throw it away

Let's throw it away

Let 'em know

[Interlude 2]

You know I ain't Jay-Z, honey

But I'mma act like I ain't never had money

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]

Live from the area, area, wasted

Try us we'll bury ya, bury ya, wasted

Standing on couches, everybody know me

Rock star, only thing that's left to do is O.D

Realest nigga out here, out here

In the club doing what got my name out here, out here

You can call it tipping, you can call it tricking

You can call it dissing, Got if your ballin

Putting single one's up and go

Throw them bitches on queue like

Throw them in the sky when you hear us go

Uh let it fly, go, UH

You only live one time, one time

Your favorite rapper up in here with one time one time

You know what?

[Interlude 2]

[Hook]

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

I like to throw it away

And throw it away

You see me throw it away

Racks stacked up, get it up and throw it away

[Interlude 1]

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

Back on my money got wings on it, fat

Booties got my ding-a-ling on it, clap

Clap, clap, make that butt applaud

You got all that back, what you frontin' for?

Bitches, bitches, this is y'alls song

I got riches itching sitting in y'all thong

We're the business, this is Slaughterhouse baby

This is what it's all about, crazy, money

Blowing in the breeze like

Like a picture pose, I got cheese like

Come, come, get this money from me, I don't want it, honey

I don't make it rain; I make it snow, bunny

Climb the pole to the top of that bitch

I ain't got it like that, but I got it like, this

[Interlude 1]

[Hook]

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

You see me throw it away

And throw it away

I like to throw it away

Let's throw it away

Let 'em know

[Interlude 2]

[Verse 3: Crooked I]

Yeah, bitch, damn right, I'm piping a lesbian stripper

In a Dodge Sprinter; Dick Van Dyke

Whores gonna love it when I go Warren Buffett

Throwing euros on the floor balling on a foreign budget

Slaughter's in the house, look at the clique, that clique

Deeper than the breathes of a fat chick, fat chick

Party in VIP with the Earth's realest

On blue boys and 'shrooms, now the club is Smurf Village

Throwing money in the air like

I'm yelling out in falsetto like

I know you killers hold the metal tight

Who give a fuck? We all ghetto, right?

I had a lap dance, moment of clarity

This a tax write-off, this is my favorite charity

[Interlude 1]

[Hook]

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

You see me throw it away

And throw it away

I like to throw it away

Let's throw it away

Let 'em know

[Interlude 2]

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]

Tell her she could crash here, hit and run, hit and run

Hop off that pole, get on a different one, different one

I told her do that thing I like and she ain't do it

That was my bad, thinking that she ain't stupid

Cute face with a pretty butt, pretty butt

Shake got a nigga saying giddy-up, giddy-up

Throwing Diddy bucks, put it down, that's a pick me up

Money too long for me to try to titty fuck

Car murder like

Even got the valet workers like

You scratch that, and it's one thing

Cause I fuck around and you gonna hear the guns sing

Red bottoms hopping out the coupe

We got it tied up, even when we got it out of the loop

I tell 'em

[Interlude 1]

[Hook]

And throw it away

And throw it away

And throw it away

I like to throw it away

And throw it away

You see me throw it away

Racks stacked up, get it up and throw it away