First off, nigga, I am so not the one
Ken the Rapper, Young Money, gonna show you how it's done
Pull up in the Ghost, let me show you where I'm from
Bad nigga, march to the beat of his drum
You rappers so boring, make a nigga wanna um
Do you like a bird? Make you bitches wanna hum
I don't play no games, chew you niggas like gum
Then throw you back to the rats like bums
I don't care because I'm so rebellious
I was gonna f*ck, I saw his credit
I don't really mean to sound hellish
Niggas on my dick and they ride on it
You niggas real green, you niggas like geckos
Claim to be that nigga
Wasn't poppin' from the get-go
Ice on my chain, watch my neck bling-bling
If he got money, then I'm on that dig-a-ling
I never trust a hoe
Get that paper, spend,
Spend that paper hoe
Get that f*ckin' dough
Never trust a hoe
Get that paper, spend,
Spend that paper hoe
Get that f*ckin' dough
I'm so lit because I really does this
I heard you don't write your raps, you really busted
Come out of the crib with a chain that's rusted
You bitches is ass
Your music is so disgusting
Pop out in your city on bitches, I Millie rock
Eatin' bitches up, they like, Jae Millie, stop
I know why you mad, cause Jae Millie really rock
If it's really beef, then Jae Millie get you bopped
Money, money always on my mind, let it run up
Invested in my craft, cause lil' bitch, I'm on the come up
All my bitches really with the shit, get you done up
And Kenny keep the blicky, just in case you wanna run up
Stack it up, until I can't see no mo
Hater blockers on, so I can't see no hoe
Why they speakin' on me, tell them put it on the floor
One, two, three, four, I'm just countin' up the flows
Wait a minute, let me slow down on 'em
Bitch, I drag him down the road, cause the old town want him
I was Millie with the Billie,
Keep all of you bitches stuck
Now I'm waitin' on your block, like, bitch, what up?
I never trust a hoe
Get that paper, spend,
Spend that paper hoe
Get that f*ckin' dough
Never trust a hoe
Get that paper, spend,
Spend that paper hoe
Get that f*ckin' dough
Ken the Rapper - Spend (feat. Jae Millie) Lyrics
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First off, nigga, I am so not the one
Ken the Rapper, Young Money, gonna show you how it's done
Pull up in the Ghost, let me show you where I'm from
Bad nigga, march to the beat of his drum
You rappers so boring, make a nigga wanna um
Do you like a bird? Make you bitches wanna hum
I don't play no games, chew you niggas like gum
Then throw you back to the rats like bums
I don't care because I'm so rebellious
I was gonna f*ck, I saw his credit
I don't really mean to sound hellish
Niggas on my dick and they ride on it
You niggas real green, you niggas like geckos
Claim to be that nigga
Wasn't poppin' from the get-go
Ice on my chain, watch my neck bling-bling
If he got money, then I'm on that dig-a-ling
I never trust a hoe
Get that paper, spend,
Spend that paper hoe
Get that f*ckin' dough
Never trust a hoe
Get that paper, spend,
Spend that paper hoe
Get that f*ckin' dough
I'm so lit because I really does this
I heard you don't write your raps, you really busted
Come out of the crib with a chain that's rusted
You bitches is ass
Your music is so disgusting
Pop out in your city on bitches, I Millie rock
Eatin' bitches up, they like, Jae Millie, stop
I know why you mad, cause Jae Millie really rock
If it's really beef, then Jae Millie get you bopped
Money, money always on my mind, let it run up
Invested in my craft, cause lil' bitch, I'm on the come up
All my bitches really with the shit, get you done up
And Kenny keep the blicky, just in case you wanna run up
Stack it up, until I can't see no mo
Hater blockers on, so I can't see no hoe
Why they speakin' on me, tell them put it on the floor
One, two, three, four, I'm just countin' up the flows
Wait a minute, let me slow down on 'em
Bitch, I drag him down the road, cause the old town want him
I was Millie with the Billie,
Keep all of you bitches stuck
Now I'm waitin' on your block, like, bitch, what up?
I never trust a hoe
Get that paper, spend,
Spend that paper hoe
Get that f*ckin' dough
Never trust a hoe
Get that paper, spend,
Spend that paper hoe
Get that f*ckin' dough
Ken the Rapper, Young Money, gonna show you how it's done
Pull up in the Ghost, let me show you where I'm from
Bad nigga, march to the beat of his drum
You rappers so boring, make a nigga wanna um
Do you like a bird? Make you bitches wanna hum
I don't play no games, chew you niggas like gum
Then throw you back to the rats like bums
I don't care because I'm so rebellious
I was gonna f*ck, I saw his credit
I don't really mean to sound hellish
Niggas on my dick and they ride on it
You niggas real green, you niggas like geckos
Claim to be that nigga
Wasn't poppin' from the get-go
Ice on my chain, watch my neck bling-bling
If he got money, then I'm on that dig-a-ling
I never trust a hoe
Get that paper, spend,
Spend that paper hoe
Get that f*ckin' dough
Never trust a hoe
Get that paper, spend,
Spend that paper hoe
Get that f*ckin' dough
I'm so lit because I really does this
I heard you don't write your raps, you really busted
Come out of the crib with a chain that's rusted
You bitches is ass
Your music is so disgusting
Pop out in your city on bitches, I Millie rock
Eatin' bitches up, they like, Jae Millie, stop
I know why you mad, cause Jae Millie really rock
If it's really beef, then Jae Millie get you bopped
Money, money always on my mind, let it run up
Invested in my craft, cause lil' bitch, I'm on the come up
All my bitches really with the shit, get you done up
And Kenny keep the blicky, just in case you wanna run up
Stack it up, until I can't see no mo
Hater blockers on, so I can't see no hoe
Why they speakin' on me, tell them put it on the floor
One, two, three, four, I'm just countin' up the flows
Wait a minute, let me slow down on 'em
Bitch, I drag him down the road, cause the old town want him
I was Millie with the Billie,
Keep all of you bitches stuck
Now I'm waitin' on your block, like, bitch, what up?
I never trust a hoe
Get that paper, spend,
Spend that paper hoe
Get that f*ckin' dough
Never trust a hoe
Get that paper, spend,
Spend that paper hoe
Get that f*ckin' dough
Writer: Kemon Brown, JaeJohn Glenn
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