Rich Homie Quan - Spin lyrics

Flew to Toronto, I linked up with twin
Mmm, hop off the plane and I hop in the Benz
Money be motive, they telling me spin
Lil' bro in the back and he beggin' to spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin
Hop off the road and I hop in your ho
Go hit a lick, then I'm back on the road
Lil' bitty nigga, I stay with a pole
And I stay strapped like a pair of Girbauds
The city on my back, I carry the load
Run it back up 'cause I'm back in that mode
They thought it was over
Got back on them hoes
They thought it was over, got
Back on them hoes, yeah
(Spin, spin, spin)

It's hard, but I had to grow to make it
I got four houses in Atlanta
No more home invasions
And I post my pic when I leave
I can't show locations
'Cause I'm rich don't mеan I go complacent
And when I hear mysеlf, that's motivation
(Hey)
Hey, yeah, bulletproof on the coupe (Coupe)
Flashlight on the tool (Tool) walk 'em down
You know it get a little
Hard to run and shoot (Shoot)
Fuck that, cross that line
It can go down any way it do
'Cause I know niggas cuckoo, stupid
Yeah, money bring problems
My sister mad a week straight
They hollering 'bout a bag
I'd rather carry the briefcase
I been geeked out my mind
Back to back smoking truffles
Ayy, 365, y'all my brothers
And they in trouble, so I

Flew to Toronto, I linked up with twin (Ayy)
Hop off the plane and I hop in the Benz
Money be motive, they telling me spin
Lil' bro in the back and he beggin' to spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin
Hop off the road and I hop in your ho
Go hit a lick, then I'm back on the road
Lil' bitty nigga, I stay with a pole
And I stay strapped like a pair of Girbauds
The city on my back, I carry the load
Run it back up 'cause I'm back in that mode
They thought it was over
Got back on them hoes
They thought it was over, got
Back on them hoes, yeah
(Spin, spin, spin)

Hahaha
I know niggas thought it was over for me
Shit, I would've thought that too, man
You hot as you is, Quan, the hottest you was
Uh ain't just go ghost
I'd feel some type of way too, man, hey
(I been gettin' money)

Still gettin' it, still gettin' it, yeah
(I been gettin' money)
Still rich, still rich, yeah
And the way I go around the world
They don't question or ask my name
What I look like missing Tre
Dropping fifty at the Raptor game? So I

Flew to Toronto, I linked up with twin
Mmm, hop off the plane and I hop in the Benz
Money be motive, they telling me spin
Lil' bro in the back and he beggin' to spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin
Hop off the road and I hop in your ho
Go hit a lick, then I'm back on the road
Lil' bitty nigga, I stay with a pole
And I stay strapped like a pair of Girbauds
The city on my back, I carry the load
Run it back up 'cause I'm back in that mode
They thought it was over
Got back on them hoes
They thought it was over, got
Back on them hoes, yeah

Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin
I been gettin' money
(Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin)
I been gettin' money
(Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin)
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin