I still got my money
I still got my money
I still got my money
Fuck with me, shit, that’s a must
Fuck with me, I got that money
Fuck with me, get your head bust
So fuck with me, get your head up
Fuck with me and spend all our trust
Fuck with me, in Spenzo we trust
Fuck with me, in Spenzo they trust
Fuck with me
Spenzo just landed back home, youngling
Support at the airport, welcome back home, y’all get it
Shit, the whole city my home, you know what I mean
Fear it ain’t, rich crew at your home, youngling
Stress free zone, fresh gray zone
Looking like I own three homes, still stay up in my old G home
Tryina get rich as rich has ‘em
Get cheese, americano cheddar, bragging I’m the man
Light leather, just cut the letter, man, with the leather
And I pulled up in that, what the fuck
Hoped out, who the fuck is he, like I don’t wanna be bothered
Can’t nobody fuck with me
Won’t you crack the cars, get back the doves
Gonna smack the car, get back the guap
Ride around so I stay grade up
All hella team, bitch praise up
Putting that, work like fur, city nigga got thoughts in a purse
All these motherfuckers just talk about what they heard
And what’s going on with me and her, her, her, her
I’m the best shot of newcomers, I ain’t gotta lie, check the numbers
Motherfuckers dropping this summer but it spends who we trust
Mix tape on the summer
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