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SPENT! Video (MV)




Performed By: Casanova
Featuring: Bohnaie
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Chris Garrison, Dennis Clarke




Casanova - SPENT! Lyrics
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[ Featuring Bohnaie ]

Put the bitches on yachts, so they cargo
Plug the plug in the whip, make the car go
Chase the bands, pockets deep, well they Fargo
How the f*ck you don't know who we are though?
Underrated as f*ck, don't deserve to be underground
Got a couple of groupies, they come around
Step out of line then I'll give you a hundred rounds
I'm starting off small, using BandLab, but I shine like a ray, rest in peace to my granddad
Pass to Clarke, take a trip out to Kent
Never fold, never bent, gettin' back what I spent
Money sent
How much he spent?
Bitches just love to come up on another dude paying her rent
I'ma go back to the basics 'cause this shit be hittin' way harder than Kobe and Shaq'
Like Curry and Klay, bitches is tryna f*ck wit' a nigga but I ain't tryna play no games, you get hit with a stray
Keep tryna play wit' a nigga, you might catch a shot to ya face
I ain't gon lie, f*ck all this rappin' shit
Niggas try to play, we might get to clappin' shit
Spin through ya crib, we might get to packin' shit
I know a lotta niggas doing that rattin' shit, that chattin' shit
Play wit' me, we might start to wackin' shit
Niggas still doin that trappin' shit, I ain't gon lie that shit is embarrassin'
Niggas be talkin' 'bout band for band, that shit is so sad, you need a better plan
I ain't kick niggas out they just sit there and pout
Niggas do anything for a lil' bit of clout
Niggas too good just to shake ya hand but when times get rough they want a helping hand
I ain't gon lie, had to beat a nigga ass, I was doin Kung-Fu like Jackie Chan
Not gon' front, I make more in a month, if you smoke my blunt, I'ma lace ya shit
Niggas start doin that hatin' shit, that snakin' shit, that "1090 Jake" shit
I ain't gon lie I was flowin' and shit though
I'ma send it back to Casanova though
Niggas is soft like a pillow
Buying cheap ass apartments on Zillow
I'ma start up a fire from rappin' and they'll have no choice but to jump out the window
They gon' fall and then land in the bin though
Take a loss but for me it's a win though
Tell me, how many blocks should I spin though
Should I spin though?
Give me info-
Mation
The bitches, they love that I'm Haitian
Always wanted to be with an Asian
A little less likely, Latinas I'm takin'
'Cause they think I'm apart of the nation
Talk to hoes, that's a fear that I'm facin'
Two cars but which one am I racin'?
We keep settin' the bar and it just keep on raisin'
No debatin'
Damn, if you hatin', we sendin' you mail to your crib with the stamp on
Lil' f*ck nigga tryna be gangster, we leavin' him covered in blood like a Tampon
Money made, that's my order for pickup
Movin' funny, I'm puttin' my sticks up
Feelin' good, I'm turnt up to the max, I'm countin' these racks and I'm makin' these stacks, no cap
Again, put the bitches on yachts, so they cargo
Plug the plug in the whip, make the car go
Chase the bands, pockets deep, well they Fargo
How the f*ck you don't know who we are though?
Underrated as f*ck, don't deserve to be underground
Got a couple of groupies, they come around
Step out of line then I'll give you a hundred rounds
I've been starting off small using BandLab, but I shine like a ray, rest in peace to my granddad
Did my part, take a trip out to Kent
Never fold, never bent, gettin' back what I spent
Money sent
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Put the bitches on yachts, so they cargo
Plug the plug in the whip, make the car go
Chase the bands, pockets deep, well they Fargo
How the f*ck you don't know who we are though?
Underrated as f*ck, don't deserve to be underground
Got a couple of groupies, they come around
Step out of line then I'll give you a hundred rounds
I'm starting off small, using BandLab, but I shine like a ray, rest in peace to my granddad
Pass to Clarke, take a trip out to Kent
Never fold, never bent, gettin' back what I spent
Money sent
How much he spent?
Bitches just love to come up on another dude paying her rent
I'ma go back to the basics 'cause this shit be hittin' way harder than Kobe and Shaq'
Like Curry and Klay, bitches is tryna f*ck wit' a nigga but I ain't tryna play no games, you get hit with a stray
Keep tryna play wit' a nigga, you might catch a shot to ya face
I ain't gon lie, f*ck all this rappin' shit
Niggas try to play, we might get to clappin' shit
Spin through ya crib, we might get to packin' shit
I know a lotta niggas doing that rattin' shit, that chattin' shit
Play wit' me, we might start to wackin' shit
Niggas still doin that trappin' shit, I ain't gon lie that shit is embarrassin'
Niggas be talkin' 'bout band for band, that shit is so sad, you need a better plan
I ain't kick niggas out they just sit there and pout
Niggas do anything for a lil' bit of clout
Niggas too good just to shake ya hand but when times get rough they want a helping hand
I ain't gon lie, had to beat a nigga ass, I was doin Kung-Fu like Jackie Chan
Not gon' front, I make more in a month, if you smoke my blunt, I'ma lace ya shit
Niggas start doin that hatin' shit, that snakin' shit, that "1090 Jake" shit
I ain't gon lie I was flowin' and shit though
I'ma send it back to Casanova though
Niggas is soft like a pillow
Buying cheap ass apartments on Zillow
I'ma start up a fire from rappin' and they'll have no choice but to jump out the window
They gon' fall and then land in the bin though
Take a loss but for me it's a win though
Tell me, how many blocks should I spin though
Should I spin though?
Give me info-
Mation
The bitches, they love that I'm Haitian
Always wanted to be with an Asian
A little less likely, Latinas I'm takin'
'Cause they think I'm apart of the nation
Talk to hoes, that's a fear that I'm facin'
Two cars but which one am I racin'?
We keep settin' the bar and it just keep on raisin'
No debatin'
Damn, if you hatin', we sendin' you mail to your crib with the stamp on
Lil' f*ck nigga tryna be gangster, we leavin' him covered in blood like a Tampon
Money made, that's my order for pickup
Movin' funny, I'm puttin' my sticks up
Feelin' good, I'm turnt up to the max, I'm countin' these racks and I'm makin' these stacks, no cap
Again, put the bitches on yachts, so they cargo
Plug the plug in the whip, make the car go
Chase the bands, pockets deep, well they Fargo
How the f*ck you don't know who we are though?
Underrated as f*ck, don't deserve to be underground
Got a couple of groupies, they come around
Step out of line then I'll give you a hundred rounds
I've been starting off small using BandLab, but I shine like a ray, rest in peace to my granddad
Did my part, take a trip out to Kent
Never fold, never bent, gettin' back what I spent
Money sent
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Writer: Chris Garrison, Dennis Clarke
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