Rza - Spend Money lyrics

[Lord Superb] (Don't want none of that f**in money Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Spin (Uh-huh, alright, I'm here) Rakeem Allah (I see you n***a, the God is here) Lord Superb (Better envision this rap sh**) (Get money, through records, get money!) Yo, straight through the doors out the car (Huh?) Swarmin, me and my mans towards the bar He like, "None of that White Star" "Cognac, 'Perb, none of that White Star" When I smiled at here, it's like my breath was froze She all up in my clothes, see my necklace froze "Miss, I don't stand next to ho's 'less we runnin a train and I'm next to Ghost" I'm hearin whispers, ain't that 'Perb from Floor City? Cop the Cris', eight times $4.50 f** disco lights, I'm the disco sight We gon' all be rich if this go right [Chorus: Lord Superb] Spin (Get money) Buy the bar, par (Spin) I. Irief New to the farm (Get money!) Mingle (Get money!) Network, n***a Spin (Get money, n***a) I'd like to give a toast to success [Lord Superb] So we there for like forty minutes They all around us, at least forty b**hes I look over haters like corny midgets And y'all broke boys is just horny pigeons Do my thing like that, bling like that If Cap want a wheel I'm like, "Bring that back" Cream Team hats and boots, ask them dudes If they got a Dutch and pa** the booze Now.. [Chorus: Lord Superb] Spin (Get money, n***a) Spin (Get money) Spin, Spin, Spin (Get money) (Get money y'all, get money) Mingle, mingle, mingle.. (Uh-huh, get money) Drink.. (I hear that) (I hear that) [Lord Superb] First of all I go hard, my whole squad (go hard) My whole goons go hard, come on.. (First of all..) Listen.. (Money, money, money rule) See.. (What?) I go hard (go hard) All goons go hard Get off me (Go, go, go..) Tell 'em dunn I Spin.. we laugh at Jay, we past that state Serve her cheese steak, let her cash her cheque Feelin me faith 'til I cashed that cheque Hoped out my vet, blast at that Hoped out my coffin, laughed at Rev Play the CD, my a** ain't dead No needles, left that, I was a dusthead See I don't touch bread or discuss d**h Don't open no mail, I don't trust feds Just bread, and we eat from the mess hall And you can call Brooke Shields, tell her post bail Cuz I murdered n***as on the Ghost album It was charged for arson cuz I roast rappers On a broke a** stove with no matches Wearin old a** clothes on no mattress Now we hit Reggie Jacksons with no practice And 'Perb did movies, he ain't no actor I'm a Far Rock gangsta, I ain't no rapper Tell the truth, I only know broke rappers Ghost put us on when he went cold platinum [Chorus: Lord Superb] Spin, Spin, Spin (Get money, n***a) (Get money, n***a) Spin, Spin (I'm 'bout to get it) I. Arief (Spend it) We'll spend it, mingle Mingle (Go hard) Come on! (Come on, come on, come on) I hear that (I don't see you go hard) (Come on) Drink (Get money) (f** y'all n***as gon' do?) (Spend money, n***a) n***a, Spin (Mad money, n***a) (Max money, spend money, max money) n***a, Spin (Uh-huh, my thoughts sharp) (Uh-huh, uh-huh, my thoughts sharp) And.. mingle (None of you n***as know, you ain't heard that) Buy the bar, drink (Stay in pop, don't max the Cristal) (Don't let none of these n***as see ya face) And Spin (Get money.. and.. get money, get money) Spin (Get money, get money) Spin Oh I thought so, I thought so Stapleton mothaf**as, huh? That's what we about, huh? Oh, I thought so