Spend That Lyrics - R. Kelly

Ain't nothin' to a boss, yeah I spend that 

I ain't worried 'bout the cost, I spend that 

Poppin' bottles in the club, yeah I spend that 

I can buy the whole club, yeah I spend that 

Throw that money, spend that dough 

Throw that money, spend that dough 

Throw that money, spend that dough 

Throw that money, spend that dough 

Roof off of that, coupe all black 

Private jet, did the show, now I'm right back 

Buy the mall out, yeah I wild out 

Hundred bottles in the club, now I'm showin' out 

Imma shine on 'em, I'mma grind on 'em 

Take a shot, turn up, and go dumb on 'em 

Imma let my ice show, that's the sun on 'em 

Flash money at the haters, that's a gun on 'em 

Got Picasso on the wall, I spend that 

Tom Ford to the drawers, I spend that 

Three bitches, one me 

And they all on the dick, call it 3D 

I bought a pound out in Paris, oohwee 

Ain't inside of this world, E.T 

Yeah Italian on the suit, I spend that 

Y'all just gettin' rich, I been that 

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You know I fuck with them bitches that like to fuck with them bitches 

I heard you fuck with them niggas that like to fuck with them snitches 

What you got in your pockets, I see you holdin' them figures 

I hope you don't blow it all cause that would just be ridiculous 

Think I'm addicted to ballin', think I'm addicted to cash 

If we leave here tonight, girl I murder that ass 

Don't be all in my section if you ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' 

We ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' then we ain't talkin' bout nothin' 

See I came with my niggas, we came to fuck up a chick 

This some real shit to give, you better show some respect 

My two-door's exotic, I blow my money with style 

I got some young niggas from my turf with me, they're wild 

I got some bitches with ass, I got some bitches with class 

Got a bitch right now, west side, hold the stash 

If the windows are tinted, a quarter milli' a minute 

Ain't leavin' shit in my pockets because I came here to spend it 

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This your birthday, girl, I'mma spend that 

Cake, cake, cake, cake, get up in that 

You set the bar so high they can't top that 

Them other chicks ain't on your level, tell 'em "Stop that" 

Black panties on, girl drop that 

Look back at me, like I own that 

Best pussy in the club and she know that 

I make it rain so much, you gotta mop that 

Moët, pop that 

It's a celebration, girl, gon' toast that 

Throw that money, spend that dough 

Make it twerk, on that pole