​spent so much money on clothes lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Playah]
Spent so much money on clothes, it don't make no sense (It don't make no sense)
Freak ho just gave me brain, she so intelligent, yeah
These n*ggas be talking that sh*t, be so irrelevant
They mad they broke as f*ck, my pockets elephant, yeah
I gotta stay on the grind, no matter what I'ma shine (Shine)
Got two hoes on my side, I can't even decide (Yo)
They better stop that lying, wе gon' leave they mama crying (Crying)
Might pop out, you know I got on that Numbеr (N)ine (That Number (N)ine)
When you pop out, he know it might be a homicide (Might be a homicide)
He wanna show out, we bring the Glocks out, I hope you ready to die (I hope you ready to die)
My n*ggas really on shooting sh*t (Grrah), f*ck all that being cool and sh*t (Cool, sh*t)
Bullets flying, don't care who it is (Yeah), I hang with the n*ggas who do that sh*t, yeah
You need me, I don't need you, b*tch
That pus*y not gon' get me rich (Yeah, uh)
Pu-pull out ten racks just to flex on a b*tch
Last time I was broke, I don't remember that sh*t (Yeah)
I just spent a dub and that's only on the kicks
We-we not playing pool, but we known to keep some sticks
I'm a fashion killa, get complementing on my fits
You watching everything I do, can you please get off my di*k?
Uh, my b*tch in Chanel and I be in that Prada, b*tch (Yeah), you know I'm fly as hell (Yeah)
When I'm hitting from the back, I pull her hair and make her yell
They be copying the swag, they don't think that I can tell, uh-huh

[Verse 2: Desire]
I'm from the hood and he from the 'burbs
Uh, I just be sipping on syrup
ARP 7.62 going berserk (Going berserk)
Gon' spit you right into the dirt
You n*ggas pussies, I pop 'em, they got murked
CDG, it's a heart on my shirt
Yeah, I got me some Prada (Got me some Prada)
And lil' b*tch I got on some 'Venchy (Got some 'Venchy)
I'm finna go get that new season drip, yeah, I'm thinking Balenci' (Thinking Balenci')
b*tch, I done f*cked so many bad b*tches, you can go check my history
Yeah, my partner be hopping the fences, you know he handle his business, shoutout Lil J
I know that he finna spray, run up your two to the— (Pff)
Uh, no case, if you don't got no face
Sipping drank, she tryna taste
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, I sip dirty, dirty, dirty
Plain jane Cartier frames on my face
Looking real nerdy, nerdy, nerdy, yeah
I'm beating that b*tch in the back, I'm getting real sturdy, I'm off a thirty
Uh, so I'm f*ckin' that b*tch for a year
Now I'm up, just f*ck my peers
'Cause I know they was hating on me
They probably be plotting on me, yeah
That G-lock stay on me
It shoot, [but it's?] singing on key
This a SRT, not a Jeep
Too much money, you cannot compete
Too much guns, you cannot defeat
Bullets gon' hit 'em, put the b*tch to sleep
[Outro: Desire]
Hey, man, tell these pus*y n*ggas to catch up, man
Double R, double BPMO sh*t
We stepped hard on this ho
Don't get rode up like Lil Nate
I'm with all that pus*y