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Hands up if your pocket aint empty If you a bad bitch tryna get tipsy Well, turn around, show a nigga what that thang do Get the beat clap, baby, you can thank SU Now hands up if your pocket aint empty If you a bad bitch tryna get tipsy Well, turn around, show a nigga what that thang do Get the beat clap, baby, you can thank SU Say, girl, act up for a young G Full time trill nigga like Bun B I got bread, homie, and I got lunch meat I spend what you make in a year up in one week Black money blowing up like C4 If you a phony nigga aint nobody we know A cold nigga but I'm hotter than a pea coat Money is the key Yeah I'm talkin 'bout C notes My niggas up in the building We give a fuck how you feeling You know them suckers be grilling Our money up to the ceiling A lot of bitches be choosing I'm always up the drilling Pretty niggas with money I know we something appealing I'm known to do my thing when the time comes Letras de cancionesCop J's that aint coming out for five months Young baby, I'm a G though And I am my brother's keeper like Nino Now when I walk in I need all my friends to grab one o' these hoes and turn up And I done been on my grind Hella on my mind I got all this cash to burn up So it time to spend money and Drink up Spend money, Drink up Yeah it's time to spend money, Drink up Spend money, Drink up Ay, put that on the mob I aint never goin broke, dawg You do what you can I do what I want, dawg Long hair, dont care, no ghost, dawg Got a bad bitch Imma send her a post card In my hood, three suckers that's a hell no Do it for the feels, I been repping everywhere, y'all A made nigga aint shit that I can tell y'all I'm too turnt, I can knock a nigga head off Known to get it popping for certain A fly nigga, all the bitches stopping and turning A drunk nigga, bottles of ciroc will be splurging Got thes hoes tipsy now they booties dropping like curtains The show's over, so over, gotta fly home It's all good let my brother Sage drive home Making major deals from my iPhone Black money been who them bitches cry for Now when I walk in I need all my friends to grab one o' these hoes and turn up And I done been on my grind Hella on my mind I got all this cash to burn up So it time to spend money and Drink up Spend money, Drink up Yeah it's time to spend money, Drink up Spend money, Drink up Hands up if your pocket aint empty If you a bad bitch tryna get tipsy Well, turn around, show a nigga what that thang do Get the beat clap, baby, you can thank SU Now hands up if your pocket aint empty If you a bad bitch tryna get tipsy Well, turn around, show a nigga what that thang do Get the beat clap, baby, you can thank SU Then you can thank me Like a bottle you can drink me Fresh nigga but my weed hella stinky Tunnel vision, if it's drama then I can't see Chase the money never let the money chase me Yup, black money smooth, shawty can't front Shake the champagne bottle, watch her shake her butt I got my cake up, now it's time to drink up We in ... Now when I walk in I need all my friends to grab one o' these hoes and turn up And I done been on my grind Hella on my mind I got all this cash to burn up So it time to spend money and Drink up Spend money, Drink up Yeah it's time to spend money, Drink up Spend money, Drink up (Thanks to Aleigha for these lyrics) From Letras Mania