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What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up" Spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Nigga, spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Bitch, spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Why the fuck y'all came up in the club? If you just gonna hold dollas up? Mane, these bitches, they ain't here for free Shit, and a couple hundred ain't enough (Woo) Spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Nigga, spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass You better spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass You better spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Tryna be me, you can't see me with your broke-ass Sign a deal, tell my label, "I need more cash" (Come on) Fitness guru, puttin' pounds in the black bag (Pew, pew, pew) He ain't spendin' like I'm spendin', need to get back Who you know go in the club, make them run outta ones? In here lookin' like a lick, you know I keep a gun Juicy J inside my system, tryna have some fun (Turn up) Superchargin' all my motors 'case I have to run (Skrrt) You can have her back, I'm done I'm number one at numbers ones (Uh) And makin' sure that profit come SongtexteBust it down like honey buns It look like we been money launderin' Everyday, I'm buyin' somethin' Sticks on deck, I caught it comin' Spend that shit like you was haunted Baby Spend it, you can't take it with you (You can't take it with you) Nigga, spend it, you can't take it with you (You can't take it with you) You better spend it, you can't take it with you (You can't take it with you) You better spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Nigga, spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Bitch, spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Nigga, spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Thousands and thousands, I'm tryna drown 'em with dollars I got that drip like a faucet, come take a swim in my pockets Now we them niggas they dream about Got your bitch on my penis now I'm gon' rub on her pussy like I'm tryna bring a genie out I get paid and I'm countin' up every day on the calendar Just met Drake out in Canada, got my cup full of lavender Fuck a slut, then I beat it, boy, your chick super needy She take off all her makeup, now your bitch super creepy (Ahahahaha) We gon' spend it up, I got all these cars parked outside, you think we rented 'em Runnin' through this cash money, I think I'm Lil Wayne or somethin' Head to toe, Dolce Gabanna, bitch, it don't come out for months I don't eat McDonald's, but I smoke a quarter-pound for lunch (Pound for lunch) Spend it, you can't take it with you (You can't take it with you) Nigga, spend it, you can't take it with you (You can't take it with you) You better spend it, you can't take it with you (You can't take it with you) You better spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Nigga, spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Bitch, spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass Nigga, spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass (You know, you know) Half that shit (You know, you know) You know Toni poppin', he don't do no window shoppin' (Shoppin') Say you want a pizza, but I only want the toppin' (Toppin') Hand to hand, on God, be havin' the fan and window wobbly (Wobbly) Drip cause a tsunami, shit, and Lambo' pissin' 'Raris ('Raris, skrrt) I read through your body, keep a stick just like Atari (Boom) Bugatti on the other line, hol' up, bitch, I'm sorry (Hol' up) Special cloth alert, got this shit right here from Bari (Bari) Proposed at Met Gala, should have done that shit at Follies (Follies) Big gold steppers, styles, I got plethora (Plenty) Kill you and try to find out who did it like I'm Dexter (Who?) You know I'm out with my chick, I gotta text you (Yeah) You broke and they say money talk, you need a lecture Toni, uh (Uh) Aus Songtexte Mania