Money Spread
Lil Uzi Vert, Young Nudy
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(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Oh my God Yeah Y'all niggas be workin' so hard I don't do nothin' I don't do shit (Lil Uzi) Y'all want this shit so bad (Lil Uzi, I swear) Y'all want it? Come on, you can have it Uh, uh, uh, hurry up, hurry up, take this shit (nuh-nuh) Take it 'fore I take it back (hurry up) Let's go (too late) Open up a loaf of bread then spread it out I remember I almost ain't make it out (yeah) You too old to just keep tryna burn it out She said, "Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?" I said, "No, I cannot, I can beat it out" Put it in and she screamin' like, "Take it out" (ouch) There's no feelings with no, um, relations now I had got money then took the paper route (yeah) My deposit, it look just like my saving now Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now But don't worry 'cause we gonna break him out Cook the crack like a chef, so I base it out (whip it) Okay my my my my, that's my baby now Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now I just made me a hundred and eighty now That's how much the promoter be payin' out What you gon' do (yeah, huh?) When they come for you? (Yeah, huh?) What you gon' do (yeah, huh?) When they come for you? (Yeah, huh?) I don't wear boots (yeah, huh?) But I'm off the boot (yeah, huh?) I don't ever lose, I don't ever snooze 'Cause I just popped me two blues (yeah) No, I don't follow no rules F*ck your bitch right out the sole of her shoes (yeah) That Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean, yeah These niggas stealin' my moves (yeah) Five-seven, Five-seven, Five-seven, five, FN bust your top, yeah Put it right in her neck just like a tie I go to her crib just with my fire I got a thot, live on my opp's block She always give up the drop (drop) We always gon' be on top Whether you like it or not (not) My chain too cold, but I'm hot, made it colder Hit from the back, she make me say, "Whoa, there" I hit that girl, made her pull her rotor (okay) I hit that, then I had break my shoulder (yeah-yeah) Open up a loaf of bread then spread it out (ow) I remember I almost ain't make it out (ow) You too old to just keep tryna burn it out (ooh) She said, "Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?" (Yeah) I said, "No, I cannot, I can beat it out" (eww) Put it in and she screamin' like, "Take it out" (ouch) There's no feelings with no, um, relations now (yeah) I had got money then took the paper route (let's go) My deposit, it look just look like my saving now (yeah) Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now (woo) But don't worry 'cause we gonna break him out Cook the crack like a chef, so I base it out (Master Chef) Okay my my my my, that's my baby now (my, my, my) Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now (yeah) I just made me a hundred and eighty now That's how much the promoter be payin' out (Lil Uzi) Ha, ha, ha I got your bitch over here promotin' my nuts (I got your bitch) Yeah, your ho is a slut Hit her from the back, nigga, in her guts (give me that) Yeah, slap it on her butt Whole lotta white stuff on her butt (yeah) I know that ho freaky, she's a nut (yeah) She just sucked me up, young nigga goin' nuts (uh-huh) Uh, Glock 17 holdin' the nuts Y'all niggas really frontin' for what? Get a pussy nigga bust for nothin' All that talkin', need to hush it, bluffin' Kill a nigga for the money, front it In the hood, hoes stuntin', money In the booty club throwin' money Just like a diamond, nigga, know I'm shinin' And I do this shit Monday through Sunday Y'all broke as f*ck, can't get no money I laugh at these niggas, they ain't doin' nothin' Yeah, I smoke big blunt, I smoke big blunt, bitch, I big stunt Everybody know that Slime got a big gun Niggas be playin', when I point my finger, they gon' shoot somethin' Open up a loaf of bread then spread it out I remember I almost ain't make it out You too old to just keep tryna burn it out She said, "Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?" I said, "No, I cannot, I can beat it out" Put it in and she screamin' like, "Take it out" There's no feelings with no, um, relations now I had got money then took the paper route My deposit, it look just like my saving now Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now (yeah) But don't worry 'cause we gonna break him out Cook the crack like a chef, so I base it out (let's go) Okay my my my my, that's my baby now Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now (let's go) I just made me a hundred and eighty now That's how much the promoter be payin' out (yeah) Yeah, man you know this your player partner Lil Uzi Vert, and If I would've out with this a couple years back I would've been in the video, like, Fendi belt (ugh), Trues on Shit like that, yeah
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Written by: Jordan Timothy Jenks, Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Symere Woods
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