Spendin'
Girl you got diamond rings
Platinum Chains
All that shit, all that shit
That's All You
When I'm feeling down know I can call you up
Bitches gone hate you get them mad as fuck
You're my boo thang
Girl, I'll give you everything
Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada
Got me spending, and spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
Trying to buy your love
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
Trying to buy your love
Rodeo on a Monday
Shop Lennox on a Tuesday
That's only for my boo thang
Can't do that for no groupie
Hump like it's a Wednesday, then party like a Saturday
Every day's a celebration long as I got her with me
Trying to hit from the side like a bass drum
I be in it so deep she can't say nothing
Like to keep a tight grip so she can't run
Told me stop cause I'm fucking up her lace front
Pulling out the camera phone for the angles
Record it in slow mo
She don't got to send me pictures
They already in my phone
When I'm feeling down know I can call you up
Bitches gone hate you get them mad as fuck
You're my boo thang
Girl, I'll give you everything
Diamond rings and platinum chains
Got me spending, and spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
Trying to buy your love
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
Trying to buy your love
Platinum Chains
All that shit, all that shit
That's All You
When I'm feeling down know I can call you up
Bitches gone hate you get them mad as fuck
You're my boo thang
Girl, I'll give you everything
Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada
Got me spending, and spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
Trying to buy your love
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
Trying to buy your love
Rodeo on a Monday
Shop Lennox on a Tuesday
That's only for my boo thang
Can't do that for no groupie
Hump like it's a Wednesday, then party like a Saturday
Every day's a celebration long as I got her with me
Trying to hit from the side like a bass drum
I be in it so deep she can't say nothing
Like to keep a tight grip so she can't run
Told me stop cause I'm fucking up her lace front
Pulling out the camera phone for the angles
Record it in slow mo
She don't got to send me pictures
They already in my phone
When I'm feeling down know I can call you up
Bitches gone hate you get them mad as fuck
You're my boo thang
Girl, I'll give you everything
Diamond rings and platinum chains
Got me spending, and spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
Trying to buy your love
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
And spending
Trying to buy your love
Credits
Writer(s): Jerome Gordon Ii
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