12EIGHTY - Spoil My Bitch Lyrics

(That Boy is Benihana)
Lemme spoil my bitch
Count a couple milli nigga,4,5,6
What you make a year is sitting on my wrist
Oh your nigga got some money?
He ain't got it like this
Let me spoil my bitch
I'ma spoil my bitch
I'ma spoil my bitch
I'ma spoil my bitch
Niggas talking shit, but what they really 'bout?
Pull up on your bitch see what I'm really bout
Got a new bitch that's chilling in the house
Should I spoil my bitch? I gotta figure out
Man big cash coming in, that's why I keep recording
Bitches tripping on me thinking that I can't afford it
Baby I can spoil you, put you in a whip and floor it
Big bag, walking with a clip hold forty
Baby I can treat you
Don't get it f*cked up, baby I don't need you
To be honest, I don't like you like I used to
Pay for her nails
Even though she got some loose screws
Lemme spoil my bitch
Count a couple milli nigga,4,5,6
What you make a year is sitting on my wrist
Oh your nigga got some money?
He ain't got it like this
Let me spoil my bitch
I'ma spoil my bitch
I'ma spoil my bitch
I'ma spoil my bitch
Rich nigga habits and you know
Know if she my bitch, she in designer head to toe
Niggas always talking but I know they really broke
Niggas talking like, "Why you spending money on a hoe?"
Cause I can my nigga, what you saying, my nigga?
How you broke and flexing on the gram, my nigga?
Used to never spend on bitches, then my bank got bigger
F*ck me good, I might give her 20 bands, my nigga
20 bands, I'ma spoil her
You cannot afford her
She know I got bands, it don't matter what she order
I might buy some land when we travel cross the border
This our land hoe, you know I ain't talking Florida
Lemme spoil my bitch
Count a couple milli nigga,4,5,6
What you make a year is sitting on my wrist
Oh your nigga got some money?
He ain't got it like this
Let me spoil my bitch
I'ma spoil my bitch
I'ma spoil my bitch
I'ma spoil my bitch
When I spoil her, man that bitch keep coming back
She ain't in love with me, She in love with the racks
Swerving out the lane, Baby I'ma never crash
Chains weighing on my chest, be feeling like a heart attack
If she slide on me, then that bitch gon hit for free
Spend it on the B, like I spend it on the team
In love with the pussy and the money, it's a dream
I can say I've been thinking about the P
She say she want me to be honest
I can't rap without the alcohol
I think I'm alcoholic
And she stay in my pocket
I be thinking about the drugs
But she thinking about my wallet
Lemme spoil my bitch
Count a couple milli nigga,4,5,6
What you make a year is sitting on my wrist
Oh your nigga got some money?
He ain't got it like this
Let me spoil my bitch
I'ma spoil my bitch
I'ma spoil my bitch
I'ma spoil my bitch