Letras
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin spin spin spin spin spin spin spin
Getting spooky Imma
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin spin spin spin spin spin spin spin
Getting chilly Imma
With my eses working OT
Negra Della's Guacamole
Been sick with it
BELA 40
D-short Suga
Clock the Rollie
The go major
They can't hold me
Press em up then get it back
It's by me with all that woke shit
This pressure to the max
A hundred racks won't even do it now
There's dividends to move around
A hundred guns
A hundred drums
The total sum
It's going down
Take money or you go without
That's greyscale with no weight to it
Imma say it for you in black and white
We don't bitch dog we get straight to it
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin spin spin spin spin spin spin spin
Getting spooky Imma
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin spin spin spin spin spin spin spin
Getting chilly Imma
I'm spinnin I'm spinnin
I'a whip in that kitchen, now gimme my chili I'm fixin my plate
Spinnin I'm spinnin
I'm dizzy I'm trippin, I'm busy I'm winnin bitch get out my face
Spinnin I'm spinnin
I know I been gone, I had to remind em they mighta forgot
Spinnin I'm spinnin, chillin at home
I put that shit on cus why thefuck not
Spinnin I'm spinnin
We the fixture, speakin vivid you can see the picture
Sinnin like didn't read the scripture
Spinnin like I'm mixin weed n liquor
Mani my patna my twin, she gotta body I'm watchin her spin
I'm on the clock hit the block n I spin
Was poppin last year, we poppin again, then I spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin spin spin spin spin spin spin spin
Getting spooky Imma
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin spin spin spin spin spin spin spin
Getting chilly Imma