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jaden - $pend money kwam lyrics

chorus:
220 on the dash
duffel bags in the back full of racks, yeah
hunnid racks in the safe straight cash
yeah, i gotta flex i gotta flash, yeah
applying pressure to the maf*ckin gas
i got way too much drive just to crash, yeah
pointing to the baddest chick in the path
i choose you like i’m ash

verse:
making money never really been a task, yeah
state to state, i been all across the map, yeah
tints black bad b*tches in the back yeah
too much *ah* what i’m posed to do with that, yeah
straight a’s but got a c up in this class
*loud*
catalog ike turner cause it slap
in the ack swerving drinking straight jack
son of sam on the maf*ckin track
i’m too faded i can’t еven give you dap
politic’n with the lords but thеy not vice
red diamonds on the wrists call em stop lights
b*tches see em and pull over like it’s cop lights
wild like flocka but like baka b*tch i’m not nice
in the bronx or out of state up in estates now
stay mobbin’ and we eating plenty plates now
it’s spend money p*ssy you get down or lay down
i’m making plays now
chorus:
220 on the dash
duffel bags in the back full of racks, yeah
hunnid racks in the safe straight cash
yeah, i gotta flex i gotta flash, yeah
applying pressure to the maf*ckin gas
i got way too much drive just to crash, yeah
pointing to the baddest chick in the path
i choose you like i’m ash

verse 2:
came from nothing so i’m all about a stack now
had a couple setbacks, but i’m back now
gave loans to people that ain’t pay me back wow
held people down, where the f*ck they at now
before the rap, been across the world and back yeah
i handle beef, never one to back down yeah
paranoia, i be in the crib strapped yeah
we street sweepers, we be stepping like a frat yeah
used to open empty fridges i would get tight
check to check, f*ck it i should play the brick life
now i’m stylin on em, hit a left and dip right
the real thriller ain’t no need for you to get mike
spitting at the cameras now i’m on some pac sh*t
middle fingers up on some f*ck the opps sh*t
i bossed up on em baby now i’m locked in
so f*ck a 9*5 i ain’t gotta clock sh*t

- pend money kwam lyrics

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