Spend Some Money Damedot (Ft. Ace Cino)

[Intro]
Are you in the mafia?
Am I in a what?
Whatever you wanna call it — organized crime
I'm in the waste management business (Ayy, real gutta shit)
Everybody immediately assumes you’re mobbed up

[Verse 1: DameDot]
You know me, I'ma keep it one hundun
Bitch, I got a couple percs, do you want one?
All the hoes say I'm trippin’, yeah, I'm on one
So what's up with that pussy? 'Cause I want some
She gon' fuck for a Bape hoodie 'cause she ain't got one
You ain't the real brick man, nigga, stop frontin’
Stop callin’ like you really tryna cop somethin'
Call my lil’ niggas up, they gon' drop somethin'
Got the Y-3 joggy on, I ain't even joggin’
With the fog lights on, bitch, and it ain't even foggy
Jumped out the black Benz lookin' all bossy
Get a nigga scratched off and it ain't even cost me (Cost me)
I'm lookin' for some oranges for the forty-two
Drunk as hell off this 1942
I'm in the club shootin' threes
I don't choose these hoes, these hoes be choosin' me
I'm thinkin' to myself, "I'm 'bout to Jimmy Choo me"
I'm lookin' for a bitch on her shit like me
A bonafide freak
A bitch go brazy on the dick and fuck with me to the T
Now I just want to fuck with a real bitch
Can somebody point me to a real bitch?
We don't do drill music, but we drill shit
And bring a OT roll back from pill trips