[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
N***a, 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 hundred ain't enough (Woo)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass
N***a, 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: Yamine]
(Yeah Hoe) I got hella money swear to me I cannot think
All these hunnids in my sink, wasted all for one drink
If I’m in the club I spend a band all on a freak
If she cute she comes with me
In my crib we in the sheets (yeah)
Young n***a with the bag, I got a feature with OG
Juicy J & Yamine, straight bangers all for the streets
I-I-I stay up in the hood tryna get every rapper to eat
Sit at the dinner table, let’s talk business, about the rap in INDY
I have the cash, but today it’s time to waste
All that ass up in my face, a hunnid ones for her sake
If she got kids, her knees gon’ be red for one take
I’m the director, if you want the bread hoe no taking breaks BITCH
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Spend it, you can't take it with you (You can't take it with you)
N***a, spend it, you can't take it with you (You can't take it with you)
You better spend it, you can't take it with you (You can't take it with you)
You better spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass
N***a, 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
N***a, 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 got that drip like a faucet, come take a swim in my pockets
Now we the n***as 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 (Ahaha)
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 & 2 Chainz]
Spend it, you can't take it with you (You can't take it with you)
N***a, spend it, you can't take it with you (You can't take it with you)
You better spend it, you can't take it with you (You can't take it with you)
You better spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass
N***a, 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
N***a, spend it, you can't take it with your broke-ass (You know, you know)
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Half that shit (You know, you know), you know Toni poppin', he don't do no window shoppin' (Shoppin')
Say you want a 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' 'Raris (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 call from [?], he got this shit right here from Bari (Bari)
Proposed at Met Gala, should have done that shit at Follies
Big gold, steppers, styles, I got plethora (Plenty)
Kill you and try to find out who did it like I'm Dexter (Who?)
You know I'm out with my G, I gotta text you (Yeah)
Broke and they say money talk, you need a lecture, Toni, uh