Spice
She got the spiciest ass in the city
But business is business
And business I get it
When I make money I count it per minute
My wealth is infinite my pockets keep fillin
If you're in pain I got penicillin
I'm not here for killing but I'm here to kill it
If you want shade I got the weed
Feel like without it life's not as complete
I got the spiciest bag in the city
The opps and the friendlies they wanna chill wit me
They wanna be homies forget bout transgressions
And I want my money forget bout a pension
Forget bout the police forget bout a law
If I pay it off then don't give a fuck
Cuz money is power and power makes lust
Think of all of the boys that you lost
I got the spiciest bag ain't afraid to throw it down boy remember that
I got they light on my spliff I blow it ain't candles it smoke your whole clique
My life is a risk your life is a bliss try do it perfect you might feel like me
But you do it senseless that's how you miss this
I got the spiciest bag in this bitch
I just hit a level up I just hit a level up hey yeah!
I just hit a level up I just hit a level up hey yeah!
I just hit a level up I just hit a level up hey yeah!
I got the spiciest bag I got the spiciest bag hey yeah!
She shake it like Shakira
I need more Lira
She from Madeira
I can't even steer yeah
Jump out the pier yeah
I can't see clear yeah
I cannot hear ya
Fuck all these goons how can I fear?
I got a bad b standing right here
I got the goons they my frontier
Play with the gang you disappear
Driving an automatic changing no gear yeah this shit premier
I'm a shining knight in the dark how can I have a cavalier?
Diffin' this whip like I give a fuck? In US this is a souvenir
They copy my swag my walk my talk I think I'ma puppeteer
I say what's the craic they fall in love
I don't like no useless cunts I shove
Fuck all these bitches they want the clout
I fuck a bitch she sound like a trout
Tyre marks on the roundabout
Fuck these rats all they do is tout
Speed off i just feel like a bad man
Whip is all black i feel like bat man
Speeding country roads like a stunt man
I don't listen to no broke man
Big tits on I'm watching the telly
She look like Keisha from belly
Whole town is a hood it's helly
I should've I would've
I could've had kelly
But business is business
And business I get it
When I make money I count it per minute
My wealth is infinite my pockets keep fillin
If you're in pain I got penicillin
I'm not here for killing but I'm here to kill it
If you want shade I got the weed
Feel like without it life's not as complete
I got the spiciest bag in the city
The opps and the friendlies they wanna chill wit me
They wanna be homies forget bout transgressions
And I want my money forget bout a pension
Forget bout the police forget bout a law
If I pay it off then don't give a fuck
Cuz money is power and power makes lust
Think of all of the boys that you lost
I got the spiciest bag ain't afraid to throw it down boy remember that
I got they light on my spliff I blow it ain't candles it smoke your whole clique
My life is a risk your life is a bliss try do it perfect you might feel like me
But you do it senseless that's how you miss this
I got the spiciest bag in this bitch
I just hit a level up I just hit a level up hey yeah!
I just hit a level up I just hit a level up hey yeah!
I just hit a level up I just hit a level up hey yeah!
I got the spiciest bag I got the spiciest bag hey yeah!
She shake it like Shakira
I need more Lira
She from Madeira
I can't even steer yeah
Jump out the pier yeah
I can't see clear yeah
I cannot hear ya
Fuck all these goons how can I fear?
I got a bad b standing right here
I got the goons they my frontier
Play with the gang you disappear
Driving an automatic changing no gear yeah this shit premier
I'm a shining knight in the dark how can I have a cavalier?
Diffin' this whip like I give a fuck? In US this is a souvenir
They copy my swag my walk my talk I think I'ma puppeteer
I say what's the craic they fall in love
I don't like no useless cunts I shove
Fuck all these bitches they want the clout
I fuck a bitch she sound like a trout
Tyre marks on the roundabout
Fuck these rats all they do is tout
Speed off i just feel like a bad man
Whip is all black i feel like bat man
Speeding country roads like a stunt man
I don't listen to no broke man
Big tits on I'm watching the telly
She look like Keisha from belly
Whole town is a hood it's helly
I should've I would've
I could've had kelly
Credits
Writer(s): Jakub Zajac, Marek Dzwonkowski
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