Throw Off Video (MV)

I'm feelin' throw'd off since we met
Take yo' clothes off, make it quick
Talk yo' throat off, talk that shit
Spent like four hundred on my wrist
Bitch I'm on God's masterpiece, shoutout to him
Can't see yo' bitch in these tints
I'm running laps again, faster than him
You play with me you'll never win
I'll tell you what's actually got ho's jumping out like a athlete
I'm workin' this ho like a factory, I couldn't care less if she mad at me (come on)
Just stay in yo' lane, I'm making that ho go insane, I'm getting so tired of fake shit
Bitch ima get paid and get me a Bentley Mulsanne, just find what's yours and take it
I know my new shit living inside of yo' brain but I'll never get complacent
Huh, I-I got a cruise ship sittin' on top of my wrist so she thought I was A-list
(Yea-yea) Come on, so many bucks I ain't hunting for shit
Kicks, lace 'em up, I feel like a rockstar everytime I put on the Ricks
Ho's can't leave they stayin' for us, I just blocked her, still might hit
She too damn pretty to watch her dip
Coupe no ceiling I bought that shit (I bought that shit)
(Bitch, I bought that shit, I bought that shit, I bought-)
I'm feelin' throw'd off since we met
Take yo' clothes off, make it quick
Talk yo' throat off, talk that shit
Spent like four hundred on my wrist
Bitch I'm on God's masterpiece, shoutout to him
Can't see yo' bitch in these tints
I'm running laps again, faster than him
You play with me you'll never win
I'll tell you what's actually got ho's jumping out like a athlete
I'm workin' this ho like a factory, I couldn't care less if she mad at me (come on)
I'll tell you what's actually got ho's jumping out like a athlete
I'm workin' this ho like a factory, I couldn't care less if she mad at me (come on)
I got a bag on me, so full of himself, I'll never leave him on E
Slide in the back street, I'm movin' in stealth, they never know where I be
Ma-Ma-Maison Martin, tennis kicks, f-feel like Serena when I step
Ma-make some more, chasing bags, f-feel like I need it when I'm sad
I feel it now, you not rich
Cause you don't fit ten in that van
Bitch you can't handle none of this shit, bitch you can't dance like my wrist
This shit get sad, yeah no shit
Be spending bags 'til I'm dead ('til I'm dead, huh-yea)
Spending bags 'til I'm dead
(Uh) I'm feelin' throw'd off since we met
Take yo' clothes off, make it quick
Talk yo' throat off, talk that shit
Spent like four hundred on my wrist
Bitch I'm on God's masterpiece, shoutout to him
Can't see yo' bitch in these tints
I'm running laps again, faster than him
You play with me you'll never win
I'll tell you what's actually got ho's jumping out like a athlete
I'm workin' this ho like a factory, I couldn't care less if she mad at me (come on, come on)