Spend Dat (remix) (feat. Kodak Black)
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Spend Dat (remix) (feat. Kodak Black) lyrics

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Haha, ah This for all my trap niggas Wham, Kodak, what's up? It's the motherfuckin' remix Where all my scammin'-ass niggas at? (Where they at?) Spendin' that money fast (spend it) Twenties, fifties, hundreds, cash (ah, cash) Boy, go in that Goyard bag (haha) Boostin' bitches, where y'all at? (Where y'all at?) Stuffin' that shit in y'all bag Just to flip it, pop some tags (hustlers) Girl, go in that Goyard bag Spend that shit (spend it), spend that shit (spend it, yeah) Spend that shit (spend it, uh), spend that shit Nigga, spend that shit (spend it), spend that shit (spend it, spend that shit) Spend that shit (spend it, uh), nigga, spend that shit, uh I don't care if you are rapper or trapper I hit DoorDash and nigga better spend that shit (spend that shit) Goyard full of new money He catch this wham off the [yacht?], new [brands?], but I been that bitch (woah) [?] Told him spend it if he got me (damn) He gotta spend it if he like me, I'm pricey when I'm wifey (spend it) I like Habibis, not hibachi (nigga) He send me gifts all the time, so I call that nigga papi (papi) Who that was sayin' Yung Miami done? (Who?) How you done and you goin' number one? (Huh?) Run a summer '26, bitch, who fell off? (Runnin') Stayin' at the top of the charts and I ain't comin' off I really pulled up in a Rolls, I really pulled off in a V She got a nigga playin' house, but he don't put it down like me She get happy for a bag, pull up on her ass with three (ski) Finna follow her in the club, this the fifth time this week You know damn well you can't get like me, yeah (get like me) Turn your clique up, pop your shit like me, yeah All the pretty bitches wanna have fun I'm the one that showed her how to throw the ones in the club Gotta slang 'em like it's nothin' Niggas can't fuck with us She ain't doin' nothin' basic, she ain't dealin' with no scrub All Hermès accessories, a Himalayans regular These bankrolls unlimited, I ain't livin' on no budget, I'm loaded I can spend ten thousand everyday for the next thirty years Four pockets full, I been killin' 'em before the deal We control the traffic, if you spendin', I can get 'em near Mr. Flippin', I'm really Mr. Spinnin' (baby) Where all my scammin'-ass niggas at? (Where they at?) Spendin' that money fast (spend it) Twenties, fifties, hundreds, cash (ah, cash) Boy, go in that Goyard bag (haha) Boostin' bitches, where y'all at? (Where y'all at?) Stuffin' that shit in y'all bag Just to flip it (billion, billion), pop some tags (hustlers, alright) Girl, go in that Goyard bag (uh) Throwed off in Miami, sometimes I get MIA This bitch in her bag, Goyard purse look like a safe The Day' counterfeit, but she got jail swag Sent a thousand roses on a jet and two Chanel bags Fly shit, everybody in my section goin' home rich My bitch walk by on Neiman's, she got her own shit Smack the P, live weed, splurgin', bought a few Birkins Trust me when I tell you that trappin' dead, my nigga murdered it Where all my scammin'-ass niggas at? (Where they at?) Spendin' that money fast (spend it) Twenties, fifties, hundreds, cash (cash) Boy, go in that Goyard bag 305 to the 404 All my real niggas stand up This for the hood, nigga Get money or die tryin', bitch (Where all my scammin'-ass niggas at?) (Spendin' that money fast) (Twenties, fifties, hundreds, cash) (Boy, go in that Goyard bag)

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