Breezy - Spend That Money Bremix lyrics

[Hook: Ari Auris] Sin, sin, sin, sin, sin sin Sin, sin, sin, sin, sin sin Sin, sin, sin, sin, sin sin Sin, sin, sin, sin, sin sin [Verse 1: Tah-G] It's tax season Refunds Naw homie, it's we funds Just copped a chain It weigh a couple ton I got lyrics like a Thompson machine gun We rolling around the block In a new bugatti You know Spenny just copped that new Maserati Sam pull up to the gym revving his 'Rari Andri in all black, looking like Gotti Ari Mr. Beats, get the club popping Wasabi Boiz looking fresh you know we balling I got the lyrics that will put them boys in a coffin I got the lyrics that will keep those fans straight flocking I got the lyrics that will keep them fans heads bobbing I got the lyrics that will keep the streets talking New album coming Wasabi Boiz plotting We always stay fresh Y'all boy bands rotten [Verse 2: G-Raff] Wasabi Boiz with it We just bought the ticket Power ball winners We just won billions Walk up to the spot Loaded in our pockets I'm buying lots of rockets And investing in hella sprockets Buy an alligator Put it in my house boat Hope that sh** Will still float When I see some gold I put it in my cargo hold Captain of the ship and you've just been told We up like Donald Trump We ain't in no slump We got a small loan Yeah about a million Put it in the bank Now it is a billion We're really rich Now we just chilling Chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling chilling Chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling chilling Chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling chilling Chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling chilling [Verse 3: Breezy] It's Breezy, spitting hot fire These Wasabi Boiz never gonna retire Oh, now they all wanna hire Their rhymes so fly looking like a satire Yo, it's Quidditch Season Already know y'all gonna be sneezing 'Cause the beats are too sick They're too much for you to handle You might need a box of tissues Go make you a bowl of Cambell woo! I'm almost done Just happy these boys dropped another one With the one rep, five rep, six rep, seven Their flow is from the gods Sent straight down from heaven G-Raff and Tah-G breaking angles breaking limbs Swiss Miss and Damorealizer got them sick rims Ari Auris and his girl looking like Kanye and Kim Y'all better watch out because our boys are Indagym! [Verse 3: Damorealizer] Wasabi Boiz, never chilling Show up, spit rhymes, make a million Like a popsicle, you know I'm never spillion It's only a matter of time until I'm worth a trillion I don't like to rap, but I'm really good And I need to make money to buy Italian food Mostacholi, tortellini, stracciatelli, maganiani I don't like to buy bonds I do buy Bugattis If I'd like you to leave Then I'd ask you kindly We spend big money We got thick money We got that thick Bugatti We got big money We got rich money We rich like money Money money money money money Spend that money