Spending Spree

Lyrics

[Intro: Veeze] Krazy Mob (Yeah) [Verse 1: Babyface Ray] You starvin', I get this shit regardless, I'm tellin' you I'm busy, bitch, can't fit you in my schedule, I want revenue All in NYC, I'm at Saks Fifth Avenue Fuck it, cut her off, I seen her out, she like, "I'm mad at you" (Nah) Suites and courtside seats, players tryna meet I'm livin' right now, but I got youngins who'll die for me (Yeah) Get my hands dirty, make it right, this shit pottery (Woo) Talkin' slick, have my niggas blitz, fuck apologies (Woo) You gon' give me honesty or you gon' lie to me? All that love I had for her, a ratchet sucked it out me (She nasty) Bitch, calm down before I block you, know I'm living drama-free The empire built like Roc-A-Fella, I ain't tryna link [Verse 2: Veeze] I got thots and I got bad bitches throwin' twat on me I can't talk until I sip my syrup, you gotta pardon me I just ran up like a buck and a half in Dior joggin' sneaks My young niggas scam the world so much, fucked up the economy (Ayy) I'm too slick, wanna keep your bitch? Then keep her from 'round lil' Veeze (Aha) I ain't shit, but pour the syrup so thick, like, I don't wanna sneak it (Who?) Who the fuck all these fuckin' Wavy Navy wanna-bes? (Who they wanna be?) I got hitters like raccoons, you least expect it, they gon' be on your street (Bah, bah) Cop a bean, I got a pill for you, ain't you tryna geek? (Yeah) Rip the seal, pour the shit, so dark look like it's coffee drink Feel like Steph, I'm 'bout to fuck her friend, I'm bout to hit the three (Swish) Fucked around, blew what you had in your life in just one spending spree [Chorus: Veeze] Yeah (Yeah) I done fucked around, blew what you had in your life in just one spending spree (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Stupid-ass youngin I done fucked around, blew what you had in your life in just one spending spree [Verse 3: Babyface Ray] I done fucked around, blew what you had in your life and went on a spending spree That lil' nigga from the six, he doing fab just like I'm Emily (Facts) Ayy, it was love, but that shit get you killed, so ain't no sympathy Xanny, lean, fuck her, then forget her, fraud the remedy (Xanny, lean) You little niggas be killin' me, spent so much gettin' calls from Louis Audemars got me ridin' clean, but I'm not talkin' Rucci (Audermars) Fuck a ho, put my cup down, no, fuck it, call me Tunechi Power mode, right now I'm on go fuckin' all the groupies Front door action, walk right out the back, he call, I'm like, "Who this?" (Yeah) I know niggas, they done did a lot, boy, but you won't do this (Yeah) Got that shit to blow, not for show, bitch, don't be stupid (Got that shit) Got it for the low, fifty more dressin' up my hooptie (Yeah, smoke) [Verse 4: Veeze] I ain't gotta flirt with no ho, they be always choosin' That lil' nigga broke, he a joke, on some Paul Mooney (Slatt) Fuck a nigga wife, out of town, I ain't honeymooning (Huh?) Poured up so much mud, moving slow like Paul Wall music Bro been acting scared to fly 'em back, man, fuck it, I'll do it Knew you still a kid, can't soak my game because I child-proofed it Babyface my twin, if he don't trust you, then I gotta shoot you Even though I dress just like a model, I'm no role model, boo I'm scopin' through the crowd to see the baddest bitch, I'm way too picky They walked me through the back, we seen the chef before we seen security Call Amiri, they owe me a free shirt, I damn near spent a milli' (Yeah) Bitches hittin' they knees, they Kaepernickin', they know what time it is Paint the car with Bennies, bitches steppin' on George Washingtons All my money ain't clean, I'm tryin' my best to try to wash the shit Oh, you wanna dress like me? You gotta cop before they drop the shit Goin' inside of Prada for regular tees, that's how proud I'm is [Chorus: Veeze] Fucked around, blew what you had in your life in just one spending spree Yeah I done fucked around, blew what you had in your life in just one spending spree Stupid-ass youngin [Outro: Veeze] I done fucked around, blew what you had in your life in just one spending spree