Spinning
"Na na na na na, na na na na na"
She want my love I won't give it, I grab me some pounds and I Flipped it (Ay)
Remember them days in the hood, Remember them nights in the civic (Ay)
Streets left me with pain had to get up and go get it
I'm bout a bag, hop on a plane, I ain't got time to go kick it (Ay)
Yo nigga a lame I don't get it, I Gucci print on my linen
1942' What we sipping, I know what to do with these women
I rock Valentino I be dripping, That's my voicemail I went missing
I be to the bag to the chicken, Niggaz turn to oppz now we spinning
Remember getting paid by the hour couldn't get packs burning that dour
Now we got money and power, up in the club champagne showers
Independent I do what I gotta, run up millions we chasing them commas
Keep it silent you know that I got ya, watch these niggaz they singing like operas
Add the soda and let it just lock up, keep the packs and the pills in my lockers
Made them juggs and you know they can't stop us
I was praying to god they won't bop us
Finna go hit a lick go and mask up, take a flight out of state tell them catch up
And we way far ahead they can't pass us, and they thought I would fail got my racks up
Burning the zaza on Pluto, I just hopped out of the two door
Remba they said they don't do those, now they run up to give cuddos
(Run up, they run up)
Exotics all in my blunt know they be fatter then sumo (Ay)
She tryna get all my love she tryna kick it like judo (Ay)
I could never speak on the business, no one see the pain or the vision
I come from the streets it was vicious, I be catching flights ain't no feelings
Never start no drama we just finish, took so many Ls now we winning
I need more then racks I need millions, I get to the bag I ain't chilling
She want my love I won't give it, I grab me some pounds and I Flipped it (Ay)
Remember them days in the hood, Remember them nights in the civic (Ay)
Streets left me with pain had to get up and go get it
I'm bout a bag hop on a plane I ain't got time to go kick it
Yo nigga a lame I don't get it, I Gucci print on my linen
1942' What we sipping, I know what to do with these women
I rock Valentino I be dripping, Thats my voicemail I went missing
I be to the bag to the chicken, Niggaz turn to oppz now we spinning
She want my love I won't give it, I grab me some pounds and I Flipped it (Ay)
Remember them days in the hood, Remember them nights in the civic (Ay)
Streets left me with pain had to get up and go get it
I'm bout a bag, hop on a plane, I ain't got time to go kick it (Ay)
Yo nigga a lame I don't get it, I Gucci print on my linen
1942' What we sipping, I know what to do with these women
I rock Valentino I be dripping, That's my voicemail I went missing
I be to the bag to the chicken, Niggaz turn to oppz now we spinning
Remember getting paid by the hour couldn't get packs burning that dour
Now we got money and power, up in the club champagne showers
Independent I do what I gotta, run up millions we chasing them commas
Keep it silent you know that I got ya, watch these niggaz they singing like operas
Add the soda and let it just lock up, keep the packs and the pills in my lockers
Made them juggs and you know they can't stop us
I was praying to god they won't bop us
Finna go hit a lick go and mask up, take a flight out of state tell them catch up
And we way far ahead they can't pass us, and they thought I would fail got my racks up
Burning the zaza on Pluto, I just hopped out of the two door
Remba they said they don't do those, now they run up to give cuddos
(Run up, they run up)
Exotics all in my blunt know they be fatter then sumo (Ay)
She tryna get all my love she tryna kick it like judo (Ay)
I could never speak on the business, no one see the pain or the vision
I come from the streets it was vicious, I be catching flights ain't no feelings
Never start no drama we just finish, took so many Ls now we winning
I need more then racks I need millions, I get to the bag I ain't chilling
She want my love I won't give it, I grab me some pounds and I Flipped it (Ay)
Remember them days in the hood, Remember them nights in the civic (Ay)
Streets left me with pain had to get up and go get it
I'm bout a bag hop on a plane I ain't got time to go kick it
Yo nigga a lame I don't get it, I Gucci print on my linen
1942' What we sipping, I know what to do with these women
I rock Valentino I be dripping, Thats my voicemail I went missing
I be to the bag to the chicken, Niggaz turn to oppz now we spinning
Credits
Writer(s): Vanjolee Louis
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