Spend It
Uh-huh
Uh, yeah
Image look like a Avedon
You could never leave your boyfriend, I might strap it on
Feel like Bill Gates, blue hunnids
Got these niggas staring through the glass like Duddits
Make that niggas woof, 'cause the pussy too stunning
Mob ties, yeah, that pussy, pussy too thuggish
Bouncing on that dick, make that shit go boink
He would never eat you bitches, like oink
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
I know you got it, spеnd it on me
You know you wanna
Give me all that you got, baby, uh-huh
Thе world is ending, spend it on me
Can't take it with ya
Give me all that you got, baby, uh-huh
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Takashi Murakami
Louis on my naked body
Galiano and Givenchy (Ha, ha, ha, ya)
Designer taste my world
Addicted to material
A triple disco massacre
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
I know you got it, spend it on me
You know you wanna
Give me all that you got, baby, uh-huh
The world is ending, spend it on me
Can't take it with ya
Give me all that you got, baby, uh-huh
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Spend it on me
Oh, oh
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Uh, yeah
Image look like a Avedon
You could never leave your boyfriend, I might strap it on
Feel like Bill Gates, blue hunnids
Got these niggas staring through the glass like Duddits
Make that niggas woof, 'cause the pussy too stunning
Mob ties, yeah, that pussy, pussy too thuggish
Bouncing on that dick, make that shit go boink
He would never eat you bitches, like oink
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
I know you got it, spеnd it on me
You know you wanna
Give me all that you got, baby, uh-huh
Thе world is ending, spend it on me
Can't take it with ya
Give me all that you got, baby, uh-huh
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Takashi Murakami
Louis on my naked body
Galiano and Givenchy (Ha, ha, ha, ya)
Designer taste my world
Addicted to material
A triple disco massacre
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
I know you got it, spend it on me
You know you wanna
Give me all that you got, baby, uh-huh
The world is ending, spend it on me
Can't take it with ya
Give me all that you got, baby, uh-huh
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Spend it on me
Oh, oh
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
Do you really want it? (Yeah)
It's all yours, sell your soul
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse St John Geller, Bayli Mckeithan, Dallas Caton, Gia Woods, Grant Slayer
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