Lyrics Spend Too Much - Jace*

I said pipe down girl you spend too much
I remember I was down in the mud
When you falling down ain't nobody wanna help you up
Now I'm rolling loud, homie sipping on the double cup
I gotta get it, AP fitted
When I walk up in the jeweler I said homie what's the ticket
Now I'm chillin wit a girl I never met she tryna kick it
I be smoking on a wood while I be countin through these digits

Aye, who is she I never met her
Bet she don't know that I got poles and berettas
I said we could really go, baby, we could get the chedda
Hand gliding on the diamonds like a boat, titanic
Make em spazz out have an episode, no manic
Keep it cool keep it chill, naw you ain't gotta panic
Homie took another pill, now he think I'm speaking Spanish
Bend her over, bulldozer, I'm coming for the damage
I been thinkin, cubans that be linkin
Diamonds in the light lookin bright, they be blinking
Tryna stay lowkey, but they glowing while I'm sneaking
Gotta big .40 imma leave your homie leakin
Tell that boy get up, got em doing sit ups
Say one word and this bitch get lit up
I don't wanna talk about it, I don't wanna tell em
If he keep runnin his mouth then Imma squash him like a melon
Tick tock time it, big watch buy it
if she talking dirty then I guess I'm gonna slide in
Imma get her nothin, she keep beggin for some diamonds
Hungry for the money and it's finally dinner time bitch
I guess I'm finna try it, whip got no mileage
I got them benjamin bills in a pile bitch
I remember having nothing, now i'm getting up
2 bitches in the back of the fuckin Bentley truck

I said pipe down girl you spend too much
I remember I was down in the mud
When you falling down ain't nobody wanna help you up
Now I'm rolling loud, homie sipping on the double cup
I gotta get it, AP fitted, walk into the jeweler I said homie what's the ticket
Now I'm chillin wit a girl I never met she tryna kick it
I be smoking on a wood while I be countin through these digits
I said pipe down girl you spend too much
I remember I was down in the mud
When you falling down ain't nobody wanna help you up
Now I'm rolling loud, homie sipping on the double cup
I gotta get it, AP fitted
When I walk up in the jeweler I said homie what's the ticket
Now I'm chillin wit a girl I never met she tryna kick it
I be smoking on a wood while I be countin through these digits