Juicy J – Spend It (ft. Lil Baby & 2 Chainz) (Audio, Lyrics)

Juicy J’s The Hustle Continues album features Lil Baby & 2 Chainz on “Spend It”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Juicy J.

Juicy J Spend It

A legendary figure in the rap game, Juicy J’s reach knows no boundaries. With his brand new album The Hustle Continues landing in full at midnight, featuring guest appearances from Logic, A$AP Rocky, Lil Baby, 2 Chainz, Megan Thee Stallion, and more, it feels appropriate to highlight a track boasting three separate eras of rap excellence. “Spend It” finds Juicy, 2 Chainz, and Lil Baby finding common ground in their shared love of riches and the procuring of said riches. Unsurprising given one of the album’s prominent themes, really.

“Who you know up in the club make them run outta ones,” wonders Baby, sliding through to kick off the opening verse. “Hell, lookin’ like a lick, you know I keep a gun.” And don’t get it twisted, he’s not lying on that front. Juicy J picks up where he left off, his bouncy flow scheme reminiscent of his Three 6 roots. “I get paid and I’m countin’ up every day on the calendar,” he raps. “Just met Drake out in Canada, got my cup full of lavender.” Closing things out is 2 Chainz, still rolling steady after the release of So Help Me God. “Big gold steppers, styles, I got plethora,” he boasts. “Kill ya, try to find out who did it like I’m Dexter.”

Juicy J – Spend It (ft. Lil Baby & 2 Chainz) (prod. Juicy J)

Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J & Logic]
What Juicy say? He be like, “Shut the fuck up”
Spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
Nigga, spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
Spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
Bitch, spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
Why the fuck you came up in the club
If you just gonna hold all those up?
Mane, these bitches, they ain’t here for free
Shit, and a couple hunnid ain’t enough (Woo)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
Nigga, spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
You better spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
You better spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass

[Verse 1; Lil Baby]
Tryna be me, you can’t see me with your broke-ass
Sign a deal to my label, I need more cash (Come on)
Fitness guru puttin’ pounds in the black bag
He ain’t spendin’ like I’m spendin’, need to get back
Who you know up in the club? Make them run outta ones
Hell, lookin’ like a lick, you know I keep a gun
Juicy J inside my system, tryna have some fun (Turn up)
Superchargin’ all my motors case I have to run (Skrrt)
You can have her back, I’m done
I’m number one at numbers ones (Uh)
And makin’ sure that profit come
Bust it down like honey buns
It look like we been money launderin’
Every day, I’m buyin’ somethin’
Sticks on deck, I called, it comin’
Spend that shit like it was haunted, Baby

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[Chorus: Juicy J]
Spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass (You can’t take it wit’ you)
Nigga, spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass (You can’t take it wit’ you)
You better spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass (You can’t take it wit’ you)
You better spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
Nigga, spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
Spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
Bitch, spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
Nigga, spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Thousands and thousands, I’m tryna drown up with dollars
I get that drip like a faucet, come take a dip in my pockets
Now we the niggas they dream about
Got your bitch on my penis now
I’m gon’ rub on her pussy like I’m tryna bring a genie out
I get paid and I’m countin’ up every day on the calendar
Just met Drake out in Canada, got my cup full of lavender
Fuck a slut, then I beat it, boy, your chick super needy
She take off all her makeup, now your bitch super creepy (Ah)
We gon’ spend it up
I got all these cars, fuck a side, you think we rented ’em
Runnin’ through this Cash Money, I think I’m Lil Wayne or sum’
Head to toe, Dolce Gabanna, bitch, it don’t come out for months
I don’t eat McDonald’s but I smoke a quarter pound for lunch

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass (You can’t take it wit’ you)
Nigga, spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass (You can’t take it wit’ you)
You better spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass (You can’t take it wit’ you)
You better spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
Nigga, spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
Spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
Bitch, spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass
Nigga, spend it, you can’t take it with your broke-ass

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
(You know-you know) Half that shit (You know-you know)
You know Tony poppin’, he don’t do no window shoppin’ (Shoppin’)
Say you wanna pizza but I only want the toppin’ (Toppin’)
Hand to hand, on God, behind the fan, the window wobbly (Wobbly)
Drip cost a tsunami, shit, Lambo’ pissin’ ‘Rarris (Lambo’)
I read through your body, keep a stick just like Atari (Ooh)
Bugatti on the other line, hol’ up, bitch, I’m sorry (Hol’ up)
Special clock from [?], got this shit right here from Bari (Bari)
Propose the Met Gala, shoulda done that shit at [?] ([?])
Big gold steppers, styles, I got plethora (Plenty)
He ain’t tryna find out who did it like I’m [?] (Who?)
You know I’m out with my G, I gotta text you (Yeah)
Broke and they say money talk, you need a lecture
Tony, uh