Babyface Ray, Veeze - Spending Spree lyrics

Krazy Mob (yeah)

You starvin', I get this shit regardless
I'm tellin' you i'm busy, bitch, can't fit
You in my schedule, i want revenue
All in NYC, I'm at Saks Fifth Avenue
Fuck it, cut her off, I
Seen her out, she like, "I'm mad at you"
(Nah) suites and courtside seats
Players tryna meet i'm livin' right now
But I got youngins who'll die for me (yeah)
Get my hands dirty, make it right
This shit pottery (Woo)
Talkin' slick, have my niggas blitz
Fuck apologies (Woo)
You gon' give me honesty or
You gon' lie to me?
All that love I had for her
A ratchet sucked it out me (She nasty)
Bitch, calm down before I block you
Know I'm living drama-free
The empire built like Roc-A-Fella
I ain't tryna link

I got thots and I got bad
Bitches throwin' twat on me
I can't talk until I sip my syrup
You gotta pardon me
I just ran up like a buck and
A half in Dior joggin' sneaks
My young niggas scam the world so much
Fucked up the economy (Ayy)
I'm too slick
Wanna keep your bitch? Then keep
Her from 'round lil' Veeze (Aha)
I ain't shit, but pour the
Syrup so thick, like, i don't wanna sneak it
(Who?) who the fuck all these
Fuckin' Wavy Navy wanna-bes?
(Who they wanna be?)
I got hitters like raccoons
You least expect it
They gon' be on your street (Bah, bah)
Cop a bean, I got a pill for you
Ain't you tryna geek? (yeah)
Rip the seal, pour the shit
So dark look like it's coffee drink
Feel like Steph, I'm 'bout
To fuck her friend
I'm bout to hit the three (Swish)
Fucked around
Blew what you had in your life
In just one spending spree

Yeah (yeah) i done fucked around
Blew what you had in your life
In just one spending spree
(yeah, yeah, yeah) stupid-ass youngin
I done fucked around
Blew what you had in your life
In just one spending spree

I done fucked around
Blew what you had in your life
And went on a spending spree
That lil' nigga from the six
He doing fab just like I'm Emily (Facts)
Ayy, it was love, but that
Shit get you killed, so ain't no sympathy
Xanny, lean, fuck her, then forget her
Fraud the remedy (Xanny, lean)
You little niggas be killin' me
Spent so much gettin' calls from Louis
Audemars got me ridin' clean
But I'm not talkin' Rucci (Audermars)
Fuck a ho, put my cup down, no, fuck it
Call me Tunechi power mode
Right now I'm on go fuckin' all the groupies
Front door action, walk right out the
Back, he call, I'm like, "Who this?"
(yeah)
I know niggas, they done did a lot, boy
But you won't do this (yeah)
Got that shit to blow, not for show, bitch
Don't be stupid (Got that shit)
Got it for the low
Fifty more dressin' up my hooptie
(yeah, smoke)

I ain't gotta flirt with no ho
They be always choosin'
That lil' nigga broke, he a joke
On some Paul Mooney (Slatt)
Fuck a nigga wife, out of town
I ain't honeymooning (Huh?)
Poured up so much mud
Moving slow like Paul Wall music
Bro been acting scared to fly
'em back, man, fuck it, i'll do it
Knew you still a kid
Can't soak my game because I child-proofed it
Babyface my twin, if he don't trust you
Then I gotta shoot you
Even though I dress just like a
Model, I'm no role model, boo
I'm scopin' through the crowd to
See the baddest bitch, i'm way too picky
They walked me through the back
We seen the chef before we seen security
Call Amiri, they owe me a free shirt
I damn near spent a milli' (yeah)
Bitches hittin' they knees
They Kaepernickin'
They know what time it is
Paint the car with Bennies
Bitches steppin' on George Washingtons
All my money ain't clean
I'm tryin' my best to try to wash the shit
Oh, you wanna dress like me? You gotta
Cop before they drop the shit
Goin' inside of Prada for regular tees
That's how proud I'm is

Fucked around
Blew what you had in your life
In just one spending spree yeah
I done fucked around
Blew what you had in your life
In just one spending spree
Stupid-ass youngin

I done fucked around
Blew what you had in your life
In just one spending spree