Throw It Away (Slaughterhouse)

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] We're about to set it off right now (x3) [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 (x4) 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 ? will 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, ? Throw them bitches on queue like Throw them in the sky when you hear us go ? [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] All my money got wings on it, fat Booties got my? on it, clap Clap, clap; make that butt applaud You got all that back, what you fucking for? Bitches, bitches, this is y'all's 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 fucking 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 the foreign budget Slaughter's in the house, look at the clique, that clique Deeper than the breasts 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 I'm 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 right off, this is my favorite charity [Interlude 1] [Hook] [Interlude 2] [Verse 4: Joe Budden] Tell her she could crash here; Cute face with a pretty butt, pretty butt Shake got an ass saying giddy-up, giddy-up Throwing titty 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 outta the loop I tell 'em [Interlude 1] [Hook]