Big Phil GwappedUp - Spend It (feat. Finesse2Tymes)

All this finessing got me gwapped up
All this finessing got me gwapped up
Yeah
All this finessing got me gwapped up
All this finessing got me gwapped up
Yeah
Thirty K in my mouth
Bitch these flawless diamonds
I linked up with Finesse this shit perfect timing
I need COD I can't do no consignment
They like how you do that
This shit came from grinding
I'll bust down a bow before I trick on a hoe
I'll still bet my hand on a ten or a four
I'll still shoot my fire ask the opps they know
Think I'm capping
Then tell them folks to drops their lo
I'm just lit I'm still independent
Got to take you a risk fuck that penny pinching
Niggas hiding their hate I still see the tension
Let me eat on the pendant Versace linen
I got shot but I'm back this the beginning
Let me in and I promise these niggas finished
Doing shit that ain't did
Put me in the Guinness
Remember days I was stuck in the penitentiary (on lock down)
One foot in the street
One foot in the booth (trap)
Two seats in this coupe
Shooters come out the roof
I was just in that cell I didn't know what to do
Eating soups with that shank
In my Timberland boots
Now I'm trending that like we depending on you
Been humble lil nigga I been in the loop
I'm really living what niggas pretending to do
If GY say it's fuck you it's nothing with you

We make it and spend it fuck off the profit (Yeah)
Glock on my hip
And this clip hold a Roxy (Finesse)
Wikid lil nigga gone score
He be boxed in
I send them youngins
I ain't got to drop ten (Two of em)
We make it and spend it fuck off the profit
Glock on my hip
And this clip hold a Roxy
Wikid lil nigga gone score
He be boxed in
I send them youngins
I ain't got to drop ten (Two of em)

Hit her back to back
Make her take two plan B's (two)
Still come on her double D's (Ahhh)
Hit that white bitch from the back
She like nigga please
She don't want let a nigga leave (I'm gone)
Skrt got to go (that way)
Diamonds hit on my neck like kaleidoscope
Smoking different this pack come from Idaho (Idaho)
Blowing smoke getting head on the patio
The don't give me their spot I'm a take it (let me get that)
End of the conversation
I'm the prince when it come to the city (I am)
I don't need no confirmation
I don't give a fuck what they did
Who they did it to
Boy I ain't none of him (none of him)
He say he the five
Not in my eyes (not in mine)
That mean I don't honor him (fuckem)
I ain't none of them
I'm a die bout it (die bout it)
I don't need no nigga
I'm pull up and pop out like watch out
Nigga I got it
I'm fly as hell you a copilot (copilot)
I see a hundred a week
That's four hundred a month
I was just on a bunk bitch
I was just riding that door for mail call
Now my trunk in the front bitch (two of em)

We make it and spend it fuck off the profit
Glock on my hip
And this clip hold a Roxy
Wikid lil nigga gone score
He be boxed in
I send them youngins
I ain't got to drop ten
We make it and spend it fuck off the profit
Glock on my hip
And this clip hold a Roxy
Wikid lil nigga gone score
He be boxed in
I send them youngins
I ain't got to drop ten

All this finessing got me gwapped up
All this finessing got me gwapped up
Finesse
All this finessing got me gwapped up
All this finessing got me gwapped up
Two of em
All this finessing got me gwapped up
All this finessing got me gwapped up
Yeah

Written by:
Paul Cheairs, Ricky Hampton

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