B.O.B. - Jimmy Fallon lyrics

[Intro] Bring me like halfway through the intro Throwing, throwing 20s all night Throwing 20s all night, ohhh [Hook: B.o.B] Throwing 20s all night I believe in you girl Yeah I'm feeling all right So put the weed in the air Throwing 20s all night My n***a got the zip my other n***a got the pint, b**hes to my right They said they feeling all right So put the weed in the air [Verse 1: Scotty ATL] Goose got me feeling like insulin And it pay here with [?] And I vouch for that I get stupid high No b**hes love attitude But that's why though my n***a watch She'll love them presidents she'll turn around Then watch it drop, yeah man she make it drop Doing a** cheeks like basketball Palmin' that sh**, she like a thug She finna roll on my drawls She never talk about love, it's understood She pop the bottles in clubs Stealin' get hit with the 20s I'm feeling so good All of my n***as with me I run with in the hood Roll up that good throwing [Hook] [Verse 1: B.o.B & London Rae] [B.o.B] I get so f**ing high I could eat a star Walking on the ceiling like a side walk Whole room in it like it's bow legged Top floor looking like a [?] dorm room This ain't Community what But she about to communion my floor And if you start running your mouth, b**h You would do the community good, that's right [London Rae] Wishing [?] buy shopping sprees in Milan hoe What you know about a n***a throwing 20s all on you Till you buried knee deep in the money fire the weed up Triple cup full of ice hoe I'm leaned up King of diamonds man, so sh** so shake that Ass and titties get nasty with it The thing about it since the day I met you Finna murder that p**y, get to scratching [Hook]