In "Throw That Money," Flo Milli turns transactional affection into a power move, loving the way cash rains down until she feels like a dancer. She keeps her cool while demanding that desire prove itself through spending, not showing, and she matches that hustle with her own. The image of money covering the sheets like a meal turns wealth into appetite, where being spoiled becomes the real intimacy. Control, pleasure, and getting paid blur into one confident demand.
Throw That Money Lyrics by Flo Milli
Hmm, hmm, hmm, ahhhh
Love how you throwin’ that money on me, I feel like a dancer
Throw me that money
I make ‘em throw me that money
Love how you throwin’ that money on me, I feel like a dancer
throw me that money
I make ‘em throw me that money
Ahh
Throw me that money
I make him throw me that money
Throw me that money
I make him throw me that money
I like how he do what he do, but I’m 2P, I’m just keepin’ it cool
I love me a get money nigga, cause you know a bitch love to get money too
I’m petty, I ain’t give on purpose, I know he hate how I get when I’m rude
He said his body a meal, got me a nigga, don’t play with his food
Now he vibin’, turnin’ to your private dancer
Can talk right now just give me a minute I gettin my pants up
Lovin this vibe how it make me feel
I put this pussy all on his knees
Know how to ride it now you have a pill
Fuckin’ for me I’m auto with a PM
Don’t show me money, just spend it on me
Take me on the spree I love me hood and rough and new
Pretty gentle with me, I’m clockin’ it
He eyein’ his body like he got him somethin’ to eat
Rich says fuckin’ on so much money, it look like it cover the sheets
Love how you throwin’ that money on me, I feel like a dancer
Throw me that money
I make ‘em throw me that money
Love how you throwin’ that money on me, I feel like a dancer
throw me that money
I make ‘em throw me that money
Throw me the money, I make em throw me the money
Throw me the money, I make em throw me the money