Tory Lanez - Spend It (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] I'm ridin' round I'm gettin' it I'm high as f**, on that chimney These b**hes all in my business You ridin', let's get it Ay JB, holdin' that choppa Ain't gon' be no witnesses All of ya on my hit list You ridin' let's get it [Verse 1] Ay, stuntin' in my know six Ridin' out in my foe fitch I don't trust this hoe n***as I don't trust this hoes neither All black in that bandana All the Juelz, no Santana f** n***as they hatin' hard Post up that haste 'em all Flexin' out like I should've been Big body I pull up in n***as hate, fake or pretend That fo' fo' they pullin' in b**h made get a switch blade Turn your body into switchelay f**, don't hate, get a b**h billet Lame n***as, you got a b**h to pay I'm in shade, I lay it down Say the words and they spray the round Price tag up on the top Guarantee to lay it down I got more, I got more Bad b**h like I got two n***a rhymes like auto-tune On the table like I got you Ridin' round and I'm gettin' it Flyin' down when I'm hittin' it Let me loose when I'll be on the Goose Like a loose tooth, I don't spent it Man I f**ed your chick and I mean it Yeah hit the bird, I'm badmittin' it And they start strug, they they in it And they cla** ,the foe be like ignant I'm on websites, Mozilla, how to describe my money flow Big green Godzilla, now to find I got 100 hoes I'm TO 'til the d**h of me, real n***as, I'm the recipe Big sister named Destiny, y'all b**h n***as ain't stressin' me Shout out my n***a old dizzy, I got 450 and the hoes with me In the Porsche ridin', she so with me And the Jag boys, they so iffy, in the jet boys so they so iffy I'm f**in' hoes, I'm so tipsy, hustle hustle, I'm so Nipsy Give me back low hand, like baby, get so lazy Spicy with that see-saw, I ain't f**, that's T's fault All y'all n***as plain as f**, but damn n***a, that's D's fault Man, was that a subliminal n***a Be hatin' the way that the paper been makin' like damn n***as invisible, help me, can see 'em That n***a been keepin' everyone like man Y'all should be waitin' for Sincerely Tory I'm makin' my way so you don't work again Gettin' this paper, I say f** your man Hold up, hold up, hold up and that money Longer than a f**in' fruit roll up I'm a G, don't know what the F you see n***as told your man I'm ridin' in somethin' swavey Look like a armerillo shell on your back Gon' make you look like an armadillo Lookin' like black and yellow, b**h n***a I'm a stiller n***a say they for real, my n***as they gorilla [Interlude] I'm gone, yo Cliff, I can't answer your phone, hold up [Verse 2] How do I need a two seater new need her You fallin' in love with as soon as you need to You hatin', I'm makin' this paper You either get paper with me or you hatin' what we do My n***as is cakin', makin' history And make 'em Jamaican they way they be grindin' Lame a** n***as be wastin' me time Holdin' a pistol like aim with your mind f** around with it, put n***as in line And we gettin' them digits from b**hes, it's mine Me and my n***as from TO so shout out my vito We keeped it on D low My ego is bigger than me though, my n***a My cheeto, we eatin', we jammin' that P 'Cause tell your b**h be quiet [Outro] And tell your motherf**in' b**h shut up and be quiet, my n***a Naw, I'm so serious, tell my b**hes to shut up and be quiet before I come out the bullsh** My n***a, that's the last of the moterf**in' deaf Warner brothers forever, n***a It's Canada on your b**h a** Swaved out 'til the motherf**in' face out And I'ma k** your b**h 'til I have to dig her grave out, you feel me? Sunny D, what's poppin' my G?