Roz Verde - Spend Dat

Ahhh
Money first nigga
I could feel yo thirst nigga
I dont wanna hurt niggas
But flip that work
Eat it for desert
Make him go bizerk
Put my paper first
Put a weak hoe in a hurst
Blatt
He think that he fuckin
But he needa bigga dick
All deez niggas in my DM
I just scroll n take my pick
But if you see me with him
He drop money on the rent
Keep me in designer bags
Keep me in designer print
Expensive bitch
Expensive Habits
Thats bad bitch
Living Lavish
Doing fab shit
Make his money disappear
Hash tag black girl magic
All these bitches walking round
Looking weak and looking tragic
I just killed it out the gate
1 take Ima savage
You know I’m a bad bitch
And we all know that you bag-less
He said take tonight off
Then he texted a whole paragraph
Why You really mad?
Cuz he make you go half bitch!
Money money money, just stack me up
Throw a couple more racks I might back
Stop playin use a trick nigga to cash me up
He said I’m the best
Boy don’t gas me up
If he wanna see me then he gotta fly me out
I said boy eat this cookie like I was a Girl Scout
Introduce me to his friends gave my number on the low
Can’t be loyal to no nigga that ain’t spending no dough
Ok PLEASE
Spend that shit
Run it back
Make it clap
Spend that shit
Throw that cash
Shake that ass
Spend that shit
Sis you see how they lovin' it
Spend dat shit
DJ spend that shit again
Man bitches mad
I know all the 8 figure niggas
Got a long dick nigga stabbing
Go and put it in my liver
I know all these bitches bitter
I’ma gold diggers winner
Big money nigga getter
Fuck with niggas that pull triggers
Fuck em like a hoe off liquor
Suck his neck and then I whisper
Make me richer make me richer
I’m so pretty he cum quicker
If you want a Beyonce then ima need a Jigga
Ima need my bands all silver
Ice me out make me shiver
Money money money just stack me up
Throw a couple more racks I might back it up
Stop play with a bad bitch a cash me up
You know I ain’t got no time is you gon stack me up?
I don’t look niggas way if they ain’t talking bout bread
I don’t cuff I don’t chase Leave a nigga on read
You could never bird feed me cuz I’m already fed!
And if you fed I got killers that’ll shoot at ya head
Blatt
Spend that shit
Run it back
Make it clap
Spend that shit
Throw that cash
Shake that ass
Spend that shit
Sis you see how they lovin' it
Spend dat shit
DJ spend that shit again

Written by:
Kalum Dorns, Rosalind Rice

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