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Whatever he got he spend it on me Whatever I want he get it for me If we go out he say it's on me He said no doubt he got what I need Tryna be more than just the homie Said if I ride he'd die for me Whatever he got he spend it on me Spend it on me Spend it on me I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot Love the box And I keep the game on lock Spit flows like them Joes that bust the Glock So you already know how we rock New jays, cop those 2 Chains, got those Watch froze All the homies way down on the block know Sooo It don't really gotta be explained But baby love don't cost a thing So if the ring ain't gold And the money still fold Is the house still a home Am I still the one you want? If they ain't like my sound and I'm down on my luck Could I count on you to pick up? If I died right now, would you mourn the loss? Or skip the crying, get to plotting on the next come up Baby, speak now or hold your peace Keep it real, no games, is you down for me? Whatever he got he spend it on me Whatever I want he get it for me If we go out he say it's on me He said no doubt he got what I need Tryna be more than just the homie Said if I ride he'd die for me Whatever he got he spend it on me Spend it on me Spend it on me Look I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot Get a lot more attention cause my songs is hot I don't ever try to front like I am what I'm not You know I'm still Cyn from the muhfuckin' block Top notch No tik, no tok Like the watch he got, when my first song drop Bust down on a AP Rock rock baby Batman and Robin like Dre and Slim Shady I ain't no tramp shit I thought I was your lady You got' question my love? Is you crazy? Don't I hold it down daily? Claimin' gold digga, oh, so now you Jamie? Well you can call me Drizzy cause bae, you got me jaded Like this was never more than Michael Kors Like I'm asking for more and more and more For you it's just a chore You bored? I'm torn, I'm floored You think this isn't sure? Think it's time for me to bounce Flip switch on 24s Whatever he got he spend it on me Whatever I want he get it for me If we go out he say it's on me He said no doubt he got what I need Tryna be more than just the homie Said if I ride he'd die for me Whatever he got he spend it on me Spend it on me Spend it on me Giiiiiiirl What you think this is? Think I'm finna buy that shit cause I like those hips? If ion got the matching purse you gon throw two fits You could fuck your best friend I don't give two shits Cause when I pull up in the ride you gon ride this Jersey nigga never wanna this You a hot tamale baby oh so spicy I guess opposites attract cuz I'm so icy And I'm not a player but I crush a lot Orange you so glad that a nigga crush the box? Love me not Then ima have to keep the drop I'm in the slot Snow bunny and our boots were knocked Your move is hot You know a nigga pistol cocked Sit still bitch I'm abouta shoot my shot And that's it The only the real ones left And I'm in the bitch Leonard Whatever he got he spend it on me Whatever I want he get it for me If we go out he say it's on me He said no doubt he got what I need Tryna be more than just the homie Said if I ride he'd die for me Whatever he got he spend it on me Spend it on me Spend it on me
Writer(s): Tireek Cody Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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