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NAV - Spend It feat. Young Thug
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
NAV
Vocals
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Programming
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
Cash
Cash
Keyboards
Bkorn
Bkorn
Programming
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
Amir Esmailian
Amir Esmailian
Songwriter
Andrew Kenneth Franklin
Andrew Kenneth Franklin
Songwriter
Brandon Korn
Brandon Korn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Cash
Cash
Producer
Bkorn
Bkorn
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

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Money stackin' up, no limit (Limit) They ready for me to be finished (Let's go) Sprite, gotta drop a deuce in it (In it) Hit corners in the Porsche, I bend it (Skrrt) Paid cash, oh no, it's not rented (Cash) I don't care if you gettin' offended (Yeah) I just bought a bitch a bag from Fendi It ain't trickin', if you got it, then spend it (Spend it) I was smokin' weed at the back of the school I was always late for attendance ('Tendance) Now all my diamonds are quality stones Got tennis chains, don't play tennis (Tennis) I don't want problems, my brother keep a pole I don't want him to get no sentence (Bah, bah) Neck full of gold, I ain't sellin' my soul And I'm still gettin' every penny (Yeah, yeah) Everybody sayin' they want the old NAV, but they already stole my sound (My sound) I did a lot for my people, I made it cooler to be brown (Brown Boy) I'm burnt out in my city, I done fucked every bitch in lost and found They talk about me when I'm gone, but they don't say nothing when I'm back in town Actin' like she don't wanna fuck, I don't care 'cause I already had it (I had it) Booking me for a show gonna cost you a bustdown Patek (Bustdown Patek) I'm trying new watches on, Frost, do it look big on me? Got canary yellows on the invoice, jeweler tryna piss on me (Yeah) Money stackin' up, no limit (Limit) They ready for me to be finished (Let's go) Sprite, gotta drop a deuce in it (In it) Hit corners in the Porsche, I bend it (Skrrt) Paid cash, oh no, it's not rented (Cash) I don't care if you gettin' offended (Yeah) I just bought a bitch a bag from Fendi It ain't trickin', if you got it, then spend it (Spend it) I was smokin' weed at the back of the school I was always late for attendance ('Tendance) Now all my diamonds are quality stones Got tennis chains, don't play tennis (Tennis) I don't want problems, my brother keep a pole I don't want him to get no sentence (Bah, bah) Neck full of gold, I ain't sellin' my soul And I'm still gettin' every penny (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, 1200 US dollars, not no Remy, yeah I put her head in the pillow, then fuck out her bizzy, yeah Mink on the floor, but my bitch know I'm a Godzilla, woah (Hah) Yeah, she say it tastes like chocolate, but it's vanilla, woah (Woah, woah) I told the bitch not to peep out the closet, my bitch a gorilla, yeah (Yeah) I flew to Spain and I hopped off the private, I'm not a drug dealer, yeah I told her I like my bitches all sizes, I keep it triller, yeah (Woo) I got an F&N equipped with silencers like the president, yeah (Woo) Riding in a tank, No Limit (Skrrt) Fish parquet, big dishes (Yeah) She don't wanna hang with these bitches (Yeah) Just see me like Penny (Bitch) Riding in the back of the Bentley (Skrrt) Fuckin' her mouth with my eyes closed Mom say I could've bought five stores (Yeah) This a Bugatti, I don't know how to ride Ghost (Yeah) Money stackin' up, no limit (Limit) They ready for me to be finished (Let's go) Sprite, gotta drop a deuce in it (In it) Hit corners in the Porsche, I bend it (Skrrt) Paid cash, oh no, it's not rented (Cash) I don't care if you gettin' offended (Yeah) I just bought a bitch a bag from Fendi It ain't trickin', if you got it, then spend it (Spend it) I was smokin' weed at the back of the school I was always late for attendance ('Tendance) Now all my diamonds are quality stones Got tennis chains, don't play tennis (Tennis) I don't want problems, my brother keep a pole I don't want him to get no sentence (Bah, bah) Neck full of gold, I ain't sellin' my soul And I'm still gettin' every penny (Yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Brandon Chase Korn, Navraj Goraya, Wesley Tyler Glass, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Amir Esmailian, Andrew Kenneth Franklin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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