Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Spend It’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, it’s mine I spend it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, it’s mine I spend it
It’s mine I spend it, it’s mine I spend it
It’s mine I spend it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, it’s mine I spend it
It’s mine I spend it, it’s mine I spend it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it
I’m smoking on exotic, my girl ain’t got no stomach
Every time we have sex she always ask me for a hundred
I asked her if she workin’, she asked me do I want it
I said, “When I went to school, bitch, money was the subject”
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, it’s mine I spend it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, it’s mine I spend it
It’s mine I spend it, it’s mine I spend it
It’s mine I spend it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, it’s mine I spend it
It’s mine I spend it, it’s mine I spend it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it
I’m riding ’round my side of town
Boxin gloves, I beat the trap
I had a coke, I had a smile
I had a coat for every style, crocodile the gator type
I’m allergic to the hater type, I’ll take your wife, give her back
Nine months after that, similac
Similar to saying mama’s baby’s daddy maybe
When we had sex I was in the Mercedes
And I ain’t crazy but if that’s my baby
Then we gonna have to name the lil’ baby Mercedes
The money that I’m makin I don’t see it like I’m blind
I rather spend money baby I don’t spend time
My pocket’s on full and so is my gas tank
And all my cars got gas in the ash tray
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, it’s mine I spend it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, it’s mine I spend it
It’s mine I spend it, it’s mine I spend it
It’s mine I spend it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, it’s mine I spend it
It’s mine I spend it, it’s mine I spend it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it
I’m riding around on my side of town wit’ my dubs up and my window down
It’s the king homie I’m on one, them suckers know they don’t want none
Steady repping that one son, Bankhead, Cedar Hills
I’m on Simpson Road and I’m going over to pick up some dough from in Adamsville
My seat white, my paint tight, spray candy red the same at the wheel
Got a bag of pills in my stash spot, steady whipping them racks out
Got a quarter-mil in my Louis bag if you wanna know what that sack ’bout
Still rep for them have-nots, try me homie you assed out
I got Striver’s Row in my denim tag and Akoo shit, new kicks
Supersport on deuces, bumping that Trap Muzik
I’m super-paid, I’m Gucci, two cute chicks who do tricks
Stay out of my business, when I’m riding around and I’m getting it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, it’s mine I spend it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, it’s mine I spend it
It’s mine I spend it, it’s mine I spend it
It’s mine I spend it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it, it’s mine I spend it
It’s mine I spend it, it’s mine I spend it
I’m riding ’round and I’m gettin it