Spend Some Money

Lyrics

[Intro] Are you in the mafia? Am I in a what? Whatever you wanna call it — organized crime I'm in the waste management business (Ayy, real gutta shit) Everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up [Verse 1: DameDot] You know me, I'ma keep it one hundun Bitch, I got a couple percs, do you want one? All the hoes say I'm trippin', yeah, I'm on one So what's up with that pussy? 'Cause I want some She gon' fuck for a Bape hoodie 'cause she ain't got one You ain't the real brick man, nigga, stop frontin' Stop callin' like you really tryna cop somethin' Call my lil' niggas up, they gon' drop somethin' Got the Y-3 joggy on, I ain't even joggin' With the fog lights on, bitch, and it ain't even foggy Jumped out the black Benz lookin' all bossy Get a nigga scratched off and it ain't even cost me (Cost me) I'm lookin' for some oranges for the forty-two Drunk as hell off this 1942 I'm in the club shootin' threes I don't choose these hoes, these hoes be choosin' me I'm thinkin' to myself, "I'm 'bout to Jimmy Choo me" I'm lookin' for a bitch on her shit like me A bonafide freak A bitch go brazy on the dick and fuck with me to the T Now I just want to fuck with a real bitch Can somebody point me to a real bitch? We don't do drill music, but we drill shit And bring a OT roll back from pill trips [Chorus: DameDot] Okay, we started on the East side Now it's time to hit the West with it one time We just left Erotic City, it was lunchtime Now we on our way West, 'bout to hit Diamonds I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money [Verse 2: Ace Cino] We was broke, used to sit up on them stoops Now we sittin' in them coupes With a whole team of niggas that like to shoot Like the D-League, used to fuck a bitch named Mimi Whole strips, yeah, I get that shit from my TT I done seen so many niggas switch, you won't believe Now I'm convinced that my haters really need me At the brib, my kids watchin' me on TV OT in the suite gettin' head reading Party pack of percs and I'm gone off a three-piece Countin' up this chicken, I ain't talkin' 'bout a three piece Baby girl a groupie, keep my songs on repeat In the club, big strap on me, you ain't gotta search Tryna get rich so my mama ain't gotta work Six-hundred dollars on a collar shirt Baby girl bad, go to school, she get out of work She ain't gotta twerk, scoop my bag when she get out of church [Chorus: DameDot] Okay, we started on the East side Now it's time to hit the West with it one time We just left Erotic City, it was lunchtime Now we on our way West, 'bout to hit Diamonds I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money Okay, we started on the East side Now it's time to hit the West with it one time We just left Erotic City, it was lunchtime Now we on our way West, 'bout to hit Diamonds I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money