DJ Mustard - Spend That lyrics

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DJ Mustard - Spend That lyrics

[Hook: R Kelly] Ain't nothin' to a boss, yeah I spend that I ain't worried 'bout the cost, I spend that Poppin' bottles in the club, yeah I spend that I can buy the whole club, yeah I spend that Throw that money, spend that dough (x4) [Verse 1: R Kelly] Roof off of that, coupe all black Private jet, did the show, now I'm right back Buy the mall out, yeah I wild out Hundred bottles in the club, now I'm showin' out Imma shine on 'em, I'mma grind on 'em Take a shot, turn up, and go dumb on 'em Imma let my ice show, that's the sun on 'em Flash money at the haters, that's a gun on 'em Got Pica**o on the wall, I spend that Tom Ford to the drawers, I spend that Three b**hes, one me And they all on the dick, call it 3D I bought a pound out in Paris, oohwee Ain't inside of this world, E.T Yeah Italian on the suit, I spend that Y'all just gettin' rich, I been that [Hook: R Kelly] [Verse 2: Jeezy] You know I f** with them b**hes that like to f** with them b**hes I heard you f** with them n***as that like to f** with them snitches What you got in your pockets, I see you holdin' them figures I hope you don't blow it all cause that would just be ridiculous Think I'm addicted to ballin', think I'm addicted to cash If we leave here tonight, girl I murder that a** Don't be all in my section if you ain't talkin' 'bout f**in' We ain't talkin' 'bout f**in' then we ain't talkin' bout nothin' See I came with my n***as, we came to f** up a chick This some real sh** to give, you better show some respect My two-door's exotic, I blow my money with style I got some young n***as from my turf with me, they're wild I got some b**hes with a**, I got some b**hes with cla** Got a b**h right now, west side, hold the stash If the windows are tinted, a quarter milli' a minute Ain't leavin' sh** in my pockets because I came here to spend it [Hook: R Kelly] [Verse 3: R Kelly] This your birthday, girl, I'mma spend that Cake, cake, cake, cake, get up in that You set the bar so high they can't top that Them other chicks ain't on your level, tell 'em "stop that" Black panties on, girl drop that Look back at me, like I own that Best p**y in the club and she know that I make it rain so much, you gotta mop that Moët (bitty bottles), pop that (what?) It's a celebration, girl, gon' toast that (Throw that money, spend that dough) (Make it twerk, on that pole) [Hook: R Kelly]

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