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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juicy J
Juicy J
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston III (Juicy J)
Jordan Houston III (Juicy J)
Songwriter
Dominique Jones (Lil Baby)
Dominique Jones (Lil Baby)
Lyrics
Tauheed Epps (2 Chainz)
Tauheed Epps (2 Chainz)
Lyrics
Theron Thomas (Roc City)
Theron Thomas (Roc City)
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer

Lyrics

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 you came up in the club If you just gonna hold all those up? Mane, these bitches, they ain't here for free Shit, and a couple hunnid 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 to my label, I need more cash (Come on) Fitness guru puttin' pounds in the black bag He ain't spendin' like I'm spendin', need to get back Who you know up in the club? Make them run outta ones Hell, 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 Bust it down like honey buns It look like we been money launderin' Every day, I'm buyin' somethin' Sticks on deck, I called, it comin' Spend that shit like it was haunted, Baby Spend it, you can't take it with you (You can't take it wit' you) Nigga, spend it, You can't take it with you (You can't take it wit' you) You better spend it, You can't take it with you (You can't take it wit' 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 up with dollars I got that drip like a faucet, come take a swim in my pockets Now we the 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 (Ahaha) We gon' spend it up I got all these cars, fuck a side, you think we rented 'em Runnin' through this Cash Money, I think I'm Lil Wayne or sum' 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 Spend it, you can't take it with you (You can't take it wit' you) Nigga, spend it, You can't take it with you (You can't take it wit' you) You better spend it, You can't take it with you (You can't take it wit' 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 Tony poppin', he don't do no window shoppin' (Shoppin') Say you wanna pizza but I only want the toppin' (Toppin') Hand to hand, on God, behind the fan, the window wobbly (Wobbly) Drip cost a tsunami, shit, Lambo' pissin' 'Rarris (Lambo') I read through your body, keep a stick just like Atari (Ooh) Bugatti on the other line, hol' up, bitch, I'm sorry (Hol' up) Special call from [?], he got this shit right here from Bari (Bari) Proposed at Met Gala, shoulda done that shit at 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 G, I gotta text you (Yeah) Broke and they say money talk, you need a lecture Tony, uh
Writer(s): Christopher Gholson, Tauheed Epps Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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