Spend Some Money Dizzee Rascal (Ft. Tinie Tempah)
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[Chorus]
I'm just tryin' to spend some money (Whoop, whoop, whoop)
These girls tryin' to take it from me
(Give me that, give me that, give me that, give me that)
I'm just tryin' to spend some money
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on)
These girls tryin' to take it from me
I'm up in the club with them hundreds like what's up
Getting bottles with my niggas like we don't give a fuck
I'm just in the club, with the bottles like what's up
Spending all my fucking money like we don't give a fuck
[Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal]
Hot boy, chillin' on South Beach
I got a pocket full of money and I don't speak
I let the money do the chit chat, all I do is kick back
In fact, everything's in tact (in tact)
So I'm living it large, life large and in charge
I go hard, no time to recharge
I don't stop, I just clock off
All I see is pretty women and a lot of bottles on the rocks
I've got the premises on lock (on lock)
Under the middle with a flush, rockin' out like Amwat (Amwat)
I get the party started, it's on top
And I feel top notch, I got the top spot
So let the bass drop, and let the drums kick (bass drop)
Get the bottle, men, the boost and then pump it
All the bottles are empty cause we drunk it
And I'm wasted, mission accomplished
I'm just tryin' to spend some money (Whoop, whoop, whoop)
These girls tryin' to take it from me
(Give me that, give me that, give me that, give me that)
I'm just tryin' to spend some money
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on)
These girls tryin' to take it from me
I'm up in the club with them hundreds like what's up
Getting bottles with my niggas like we don't give a fuck
I'm just in the club, with the bottles like what's up
Spending all my fucking money like we don't give a fuck
[Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal]
Hot boy, chillin' on South Beach
I got a pocket full of money and I don't speak
I let the money do the chit chat, all I do is kick back
In fact, everything's in tact (in tact)
So I'm living it large, life large and in charge
I go hard, no time to recharge
I don't stop, I just clock off
All I see is pretty women and a lot of bottles on the rocks
I've got the premises on lock (on lock)
Under the middle with a flush, rockin' out like Amwat (Amwat)
I get the party started, it's on top
And I feel top notch, I got the top spot
So let the bass drop, and let the drums kick (bass drop)
Get the bottle, men, the boost and then pump it
All the bottles are empty cause we drunk it
And I'm wasted, mission accomplished
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