Big Spender Bryson Tiller

[Intro]
(So I get up out of my seat, stretch my legs a little bit) Where you from?
(And I look to my left and I see a girl, she's like lookin' at me) Huh
(And she look familiar)
I should come 'round there
I should come 'round there (Come 'round there)

[Verse 1]
You know I'm gon' talk my shit
She love when I talk like this (Like this)
I met this bad lil' bitch (She bad)
She got a nigga braggin' and shit (My bad)
She got a lil' Patek (God damn)
She must be havin' and shit (Big money)
She know I'm really havin' and shit (Big money)
She know I'll go half on the shit (Go half)
And she don't need a man (Nah, nah)
Niggas be lackin' and shit (That's facts)
We click like magnets (Click, click)
Real quick, then we vanish (Quick, quick, quick)
I know niggas gon' panic (Where she at?)
I'ma tip her, automatic (Gettin' ratchet)
I'ma get her out of track, keep bendin' that back
I'm spendin' my racks, I don't know how to act, nah

[Chorus]
Juvenile baby, what you doin' out late?
In the club, girl, you know what I'm finna do with my cake
Brodie said, "Don't be savin' that bitch"
But you know I brought my cape in this bitch
Only reason why I came in this bitch
Four, five, six, seven, eight in this bitch
Hopin' lil' mama don't stay in this bitch
Scrapin' up money, don't play in this bitch