Rich P - Big Spender lyrics

[Intro: Rich P] Yea, I mean This is the type of track where I just start sh** talking and sh** I mean, rumor has it n***as is scared to do songs with me I mean... I mean I would know why Cause my bars is crazy If you don't think so... Be the judge LOOK!! [Verse 1: Rich P] I spend a lot when it come to time We could spend bread but none of mine Handle business over lunch and wine So the cake stacked like Duncan Hines Look at my watch, no time for hating My turn n***a I been waiting n***as like Rich you been hot And I'm like not sh**, constipation Nice around Mic's like Jacks and Tito Every verse is crack a kilo I don't know who G'd money This city full of New Jack's and Nino's I will have another gla** of Pino n***as steam like a cappuccino But n***as don't wanna bring beef to Harlem Get whipped up top like a Frappuccino Ain't nothing in this World fair I'm getting mine while I'm on a tour Pac said pour out a little liquor So I'm gone leave Rémy on the floor The fans said we need you signed I told them n***as in due time All my n***as c**aine free Cause at the club we don't due lines n***a [Interlude: Rich P] Baby I said at the club, we c**aine free Cause we don't do lines That's some swag sh** Real n***a sh** Real n***as get it Lame n***as don't,dumb n***as don't LUXURY Rap you heard... LOOK... Motherf**er... Proceed [Verse 2: Rich P] Got these b**hes open tho My watch is like the ocean tho n***as know that my sh** is hot I just left the potty smoking hole The top is where a n***a going tho A n***a got this sh** emotion ho n***as know I'm bout to blow Like my cartridge is broken ho Fashion speak this why I dress so hard That's your b**h you better get your broad Hoes will do anything to get your car For a swipe b**hes ride like a metro card Live for my n***as I couldn't be cheap Spartan flow, I couldn't be weak NyQuil rappers claiming the sick But in the end y'all just put me to sleep n***as swag so action packed Next stop is a platinum Plaque Aim that sh** at a n***a face And turn that sh** to a apple jack This sh** is locked, like a set of pliers p**y wet she gotta get a drier But them b**hes used to front Now they scream for the god like they in a choir [Closing: Rich P] I said, they scream for the god like they in a choir Fashion God, that would be... me Rich P aka Richard Pharaoh d**h to all you bum n***as Bum rappers And n***as who think they can rap The fans seem to disagree LOOK... and I'm gone... b*tch!!!