Pi’erre Bourne
Money Spread Remix

[Intro]
”Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?”
Redefined, where you at? Aye

[Chorus]
Uh, hm, hm
Swear to God, boy, this yo’ Final Fantasy (Who the fuck Redefined?)
Swear to God, boy, these bitches be fans of me
Act like bitch, so the chop’ change the chemistry
Not a door, so these n***as can’t handle me
Don’t like n***as, so I let ‘em handle beams
Ran up and got spliffed, but that’s life though, aye
We turn lil’ cribs into canopies
[?], swear to God, you not no man of me
[?] this crib full of bitches and Henessy
T'd up my n***as I'm T'd up like Tennessee
Don’t have no opps, so I shoot at the better me
These n***as be pussy, so lame, boy, so [?]
This ho wash her face she damn near a can of beans
Cooking a whole lotta guap in this pantry
N***a, I’m rapping until it’s the end of me
Chop’ heat him up, it’s gon’ give him a tan, on me (Tan)
Lame n***a, can’t come to my crib, swear you get banned, on me (Banned)
This not Wock’ in the cup, boy, it’s Tris, ho (Tris)
Fuck around, kill yo’ cousin, Silento (Skrrt-skrt, yeah)
Bitch tryna suck me up, because I been known (Skrrt-skrt)
Crazy, this ho been on dick, like I been known (Yeah)
And he got shot so much [?]
My chop’ 'Fix it Felix' got something to fix bro
Just like some chips, you get turned into crisps, bro
Give a fuck about your ho, imma fuck her then dip, bro (Dip, dip, dip)
[Verse]
[?], I don’t care ‘cause I get those (Get those)
Bad bitch come over, tell her she can get boned
Bad bitch come over, tell her she can get on it
[?] when I flick her, this ho tryna spin on it
Eat me up, swear to God, ho tryna dine on it
Eat me up, swear to God, ho tryna eat
Got the Glock on my back, might just work these streets
I be swerving, this ho tryna swerve on the meat
[?] google meets
No license, I’m finna swerve with this key
And the bitch, yeah, she bad, but she be on her knees
And she Christian, but she is not praying to He
Too rich, fuck this ho on Hermes sheets
Bitch so loud, she can’t even hear me speak
Money spread, boy, I been on money spree
I’m a [?], swear to God, I get the honey, B
Ho hypnotised, if I dip, she huntin’ me
[?], I know she tryna come for me
[?]
And it’s easy ‘cause this rap shit fun for me
[?]
Choppa wet him up, put a n***a underseas
Be on fire, you’ll never see me under heat
Box a n***a up, never put him on the ‘crete
Dumb opp can’t learn, I swear he un-degree’d
And these n***as too broke, can’t be under green
Ah~, tsh, tsh, ahh~, ah (Who the fuck Redefined?)
[Chorus]
Swear to God, boy, these bitches be fans of me
Act like bitch, so the chop’ change the chemistry
Not a door, so these n***as can’t handle me
Don’t like n***as, so I let ‘em handle beams
Ran up and got spliffed, but that’s life though, aye
We turn lil’ cribs into canopies
[?], swear to God, you not no man of me
[?] this crib full of bitches and Henessy
T'd up my n***as I'm T'd up like Tennessee
Don’t have no opps, so I shoot at the better me
These n***as be pussy, so lame, boy, so [?]
This ho wash her face she damn near a can of beans
Cooking a whole lotta guap in this pantry
N***a, I’m rapping until it’s the end of me
Chop’ heat him up, it’s gon’ give him a tan, on me (Tan)
Lame n***a, can’t come to my crib, swear you get banned, on me (Banned)
This not Wock’ in the cup, boy, it’s Tris, ho (Tris)
Fuck around, kill yo’ cousin, Silento (Skrrt-skrt, yeah)
Bitch tryna suck me up, because I been known (Skrrt-skrt)
Crazy, this ho been on dick, like I been known (Yeah)
And he got shot so much [?]
My chop’ 'Fix it Felix' got something to fix bro
Just like some chips, you get turned into crisps, bro
Give a fuck about your ho, imma fuck her then dip, bro (Dip, dip, dip)
(get those)