Desire (Rapper), Lil Playah - spent so much money on clothes lyrics
[Desire Rapper, Lil Playah - spent so much money on clothes lyrics]
Spent so much money on clothes
It don't make no sense
(It don't make no sense)
Freak ho just gave me
Brain, she so intelligent, yeah
These niggas be talking that shit
Be so irrelevant they mad they broke as
Fuck, my pockets elephant, yeah
I gotta stay on the grind
No matter what I'ma shine (Shine)
Got two hoes on my side, I can't even decide
(Yo) they better stop that lying
Wе gon' leave they mama crying (Crying)
Might pop out, you know I got on that Numbеr
(N) ine (That Number (N) ine)
When you pop out
He know it might be a homicide
(Might be a homicide)
He wanna show out, we bring the Glocks out
I hope you ready to die
(I hope you ready to die)
My niggas really on shooting shit
(Grrah) , fuck all that being
Cool and shit (Cool, shit)
Bullets flying, don't care who it is
(yeah) , I hang with the
Niggas who do that shit, yeah
You need me, I don't need you, bitch
That pussy not gon' get me rich (yeah, uh)
Pu-pull out ten racks just to flex on a bitch
Last time I was broke
I don't remember that shit (yeah)
I just spent a dub and
That's only on the kicks
We-we not playing pool
But we known to keep some sticks
I'm a fashion killa
Get complementing on my fit's
You watching everything I do
Can you please get off my dick?
Uh, my bitch in Chanel and
I be in that Prada, bitch
(yeah) , you know I'm fly as hell (yeah)
When I'm hitting from the back
I pull her hair and make her yell
They be copying the swag, they don't
Think that I can tell, uh huh
I'm from the hood and he from the 'burbs
Uh, I just be sipping on syrup
ARP 762 going berserk (Going berserk)
Gon' spit you right into the dirt
You niggas pussies, I pop 'em
They got murked
CDG, it's a heart on my shirt
Yeah, I got me some Prada (Got me some Prada)
And lil' bitch I got on some 'Venchy
(Got some 'Venchy)
I'm finna go get that new season drip, yeah
I'm thinking Balenci' (Thinking Balenci')
Bitch, I done fucked so many bad bitches
You can go check my history
Yeah, my partner be hopping the fences
You know he handle his business
Shoutout Lil J i know that he finna spray
Run up your two to the (Pff)
Uh, no case, if you don't got no face
Sipping drank, she tryna taste
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, I
Sip dirty, dirty, dirty
Plain jane Cartier frames on my face
Looking real nerdy, nerdy, nerdy, yeah
I'm beating that bitch in the
Back, I'm getting real sturdy
I'm off a thirty
Uh, so I'm fuckin' that bitch for a year
Now I'm up, just fuck my peers
'Cause I know they was hating on me
They probably be plotting on me, yeah
That G-lock stay on me
This a SRT, not a Jeep
Too much money, you cannot compete
Too much guns, you cannot defeat
Bullets gon' hit 'em, put the bitch to sleep
Hey, man, tell these pussy
Niggas to catch up, man
Double R, double BPMO shit
We stepped hard on this ho
Don't get rode up like Lil Nate
I'm with all that pussy
It don't make no sense
(It don't make no sense)
Freak ho just gave me
Brain, she so intelligent, yeah
These niggas be talking that shit
Be so irrelevant they mad they broke as
Fuck, my pockets elephant, yeah
I gotta stay on the grind
No matter what I'ma shine (Shine)
Got two hoes on my side, I can't even decide
(Yo) they better stop that lying
Wе gon' leave they mama crying (Crying)
Might pop out, you know I got on that Numbеr
(N) ine (That Number (N) ine)
When you pop out
He know it might be a homicide
(Might be a homicide)
He wanna show out, we bring the Glocks out
I hope you ready to die
(I hope you ready to die)
My niggas really on shooting shit
(Grrah) , fuck all that being
Cool and shit (Cool, shit)
Bullets flying, don't care who it is
(yeah) , I hang with the
Niggas who do that shit, yeah
You need me, I don't need you, bitch
That pussy not gon' get me rich (yeah, uh)
Pu-pull out ten racks just to flex on a bitch
Last time I was broke
I don't remember that shit (yeah)
I just spent a dub and
That's only on the kicks
We-we not playing pool
But we known to keep some sticks
I'm a fashion killa
Get complementing on my fit's
You watching everything I do
Can you please get off my dick?
Uh, my bitch in Chanel and
I be in that Prada, bitch
(yeah) , you know I'm fly as hell (yeah)
When I'm hitting from the back
I pull her hair and make her yell
They be copying the swag, they don't
Think that I can tell, uh huh
I'm from the hood and he from the 'burbs
Uh, I just be sipping on syrup
ARP 762 going berserk (Going berserk)
Gon' spit you right into the dirt
You niggas pussies, I pop 'em
They got murked
CDG, it's a heart on my shirt
Yeah, I got me some Prada (Got me some Prada)
And lil' bitch I got on some 'Venchy
(Got some 'Venchy)
I'm finna go get that new season drip, yeah
I'm thinking Balenci' (Thinking Balenci')
Bitch, I done fucked so many bad bitches
You can go check my history
Yeah, my partner be hopping the fences
You know he handle his business
Shoutout Lil J i know that he finna spray
Run up your two to the (Pff)
Uh, no case, if you don't got no face
Sipping drank, she tryna taste
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, I
Sip dirty, dirty, dirty
Plain jane Cartier frames on my face
Looking real nerdy, nerdy, nerdy, yeah
I'm beating that bitch in the
Back, I'm getting real sturdy
I'm off a thirty
Uh, so I'm fuckin' that bitch for a year
Now I'm up, just fuck my peers
'Cause I know they was hating on me
They probably be plotting on me, yeah
That G-lock stay on me
This a SRT, not a Jeep
Too much money, you cannot compete
Too much guns, you cannot defeat
Bullets gon' hit 'em, put the bitch to sleep
Hey, man, tell these pussy
Niggas to catch up, man
Double R, double BPMO shit
We stepped hard on this ho
Don't get rode up like Lil Nate
I'm with all that pussy