Текст песни Lord Superb - Spend Money
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[Lord Superb](Don`t want none of that fuckin moneyUh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Spin(Uh-huh, alright, I`m here)Rakeem Allah (I see you nigga, the God is here)Lord Superb (Better envision this rap shit)(Get money, through records, get money!)Yo, straight through the doors out the car (Huh?)Swarmin, me and my mans towards the barHe like, "None of that white stuff""Cognac, `Perb, none of that white stuff"When I smiled at here, it`s like my breath was frozeShe all up in my clothes, see my necklace froze"Miss, I don`t stand next to ho`s`less we runnin a train and I`m next to Ghost"I`m hearin whispers, ain`t that `Perb from Floor City?Cop the Cris`, eight times $4.50Fuck disco lights, I`m the disco sightWe gon` all be rich if this go right[Chorus: Lord Superb]Spin (Get money)Buy the bar, par (Spin) I. AriefNew to the farm (Get money!) Mingle(Get money!) Network, niggaSpin (Get money, nigga)I`d like to give a toast to success[Lord Superb]So we there for like forty minutesThey all around us, at least forty bitchesI look over haters like corny midgetsAnd y`all broke boys is just horny pigeonsDo my thing like that, bling like thatIf Cap want a wheel I`m like, "Bring that back"Cream Team hats and boots, ask them dudesIf they got a Dutch and pass the boozeNow..[Chorus: Lord Superb]Spin (Get money, nigga)Spin (Get money)Spin, Spin, Spin (Get money)(Get money y`all, get money)Mingle, mingle, mingle..(Uh-huh, get money)Drink.. (I hear that)(I hear that)[Lord Superb]First of all I go hard, my whole squad (go hard)My whole goons go hard, come on.. (First of all..)Listen.. (Money, money, money rule) See.. (What?)I go hard (go hard) All goons go hardGet off me (Go, go, go..) Tell `em dunnI Spin.. we laugh at Jay, we past that stateServe her cheese steak, let her cash her chequeFeelin me faith `til I cashed that chequeHoped out my vet, blast at thatHoped out my coffin, laughed at RevPlay the CD, my ass ain`t deadNo needles, left that, I was a dustheadSee I don`t touch death or discuss deathDon`t open no mail, I don`t trust fansJust bread, and we eat from the mess hallAnd you can call Brooke Shields, tell her post bailCuz I murdered niggas on the Ghost albumIt was charged for arson cuz I roast rappersOn a broke ass stove with no matchesWearin old ass clothes on no mattressNow we hit Reggie Jacksons with no practiceAnd `Perb did movies, he ain`t no actorI`m a Far Rock gangsta, I ain`t no rapperTell the truth, I only know broke rappersGhost put us on when he went cold platinum[Chorus: Lord Superb]Spin, Spin, Spin (Get money, nigga)(Get money, nigga) Spin, Spin(I`m `bout to get it) I. Arief(Spend it) We`ll spend it, mingleMingle (Go hard) Come on!(Come on, come on, come on)I hear that (I don`t see you go hard)(Come on) Drink (Get money)(Fuck y`all niggas gon` do?)(Spend money, nigga)Nigga, Spin (Mad money, nigga)(Max money, spend money, max money)Nigga, Spin (Uh-huh, my thoughts sharp)(Uh-huh, uh-huh, my thoughts sharp)And.. mingle (None of you niggas know, you ain`t heard that)Buy the bar, drink (Stay in pop, don`t max the Cristal)(Don`t let none of these niggas see ya face)And Spin (Get money.. and.. get money, get money)Spin (Get money, get money) SpinOh I thought so, I thought soStapleton mothafuckas, huh? That`s what we about, huh?Oh, I thought so