Spend That Money Bremix Lyrics

[Hook: Ari Auris]
Sin, sin, sin, sin, sin sin
Sin, sin, sin, sin, sin sin
Sin, sin, sin, sin, sin sin
Sin, sin, sin, sin, sin sin

[Verse 1: Tah-G]
It's tax season
Refunds
Naw homie, it's we funds
Just copped a chain
It weigh a couple ton
I got lyrics like a Thompson machine gun
We rolling around the block
In a new bugatti
You know Spenny just copped that new Maserati
Sam pull up to the gym revving his 'Rari
Andri in all black, looking like Gotti
Ari Mr. Beats, get the club popping
Wasabi Boiz looking fresh you know we balling
I got the lyrics that will put them boys in a coffin
I got the lyrics that will keep those fans straight flocking
I got the lyrics that will keep them fans heads bobbing
I got the lyrics that will keep the streets talking
New album coming
Wasabi Boiz plotting
We always stay fresh
Y'all boy bands rotten
[Verse 2: G-Raff]
Wasabi Boiz with it
We just bought the ticket
Power ball winners
We just won billions
Walk up to the spot
Loaded in our pockets
I'm buying lots of rockets
And investing in hella sprockets
Buy an alligator
Put it in my house boat
Hope that shit
Will still float
When I see some gold
I put it in my cargo hold
Captain of the ship and you've just been told
We up like Donald Trump
We ain't in no slump
We got a small loan
Yeah about a million
Put it in the bank
Now it is a billion
We're really rich
Now we just chilling
Chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling chilling
Chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling chilling Chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling chilling
Chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling, chilling chilling
[Verse 3: Breezy]
It's Breezy, spitting hot fire
These Wasabi Boiz never gonna retire
Oh, now they all wanna hire
Their rhymes so fly looking like a satire
Yo, it's Quidditch Season
Already know y'all gonna be sneezing
'Cause the beats are too sick
They're too much for you to handle
You might need a box of tissues
Go make you a bowl of Cambell woo!
I'm almost done
Just happy these boys dropped another one
With the one rep, five rep, six rep, seven
Their flow is from the gods
Sent straight down from heaven
G-Raff and Tah-G breaking angles breaking limbs
Swiss Miss and Damorealizer got them sick rims
Ari Auris and his girl looking like Kanye and Kim
Y'all better watch out because our boys are Indagym!

[Verse 3: Damorealizer]
Wasabi Boiz, never chilling
Show up, spit rhymes, make a million
Like a popsicle, you know I'm never spillion
It's only a matter of time until I'm worth a trillion
I don't like to rap, but I'm really good
And I need to make money to buy Italian food
Mostacholi, tortellini, stracciatelli, maganiani
I don't like to buy bonds
I do buy Bugattis
If I'd like you to leave
Then I'd ask you kindly
We spend big money
We got thick money
We got that thick Bugatti
We got big money
We got rich money
We rich like money
Money money money money money
Spend that money

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