Rich Spinna

[Intro] On God, nigga, mm Let's do it Huh [Chorus] Double cup full of Codeine, bitch, I'm faded (Faded) Ton of cash inside my pants, I feel like I made it Dickin' in her back, she like, "Ooh, I can't take it" (Take it) I'm the one, I know these niggas hate, they gotta face it (Face) I don't even want the ho, she too basic (Facts) You the type to go and buy the cape and save the bitch (Facts) I'm the type to sign the deal, still in the streets, be takin' risks (On God) I'm a rich spinner, hop outside the Benz and chase the bitch (Shh) [Verse 1] But you already knew that, so let's talk about this cash (Cash) Supercharger, super fast, bitch, I'm in my bag (Bag) He say he gon' do what to who? (Shh) That's his ass (On God) That lil' drop hang out the roof, he 'bout to have a blast (Boom, boom, boom, boom) I got cash now, don't give no fuck 'bout what I had (On God) Bitch, I cashed out, this car came with a paper tag (Facts) Glock came with a beam, we see the opps and we play laser tag (Shh) TrackHawk flee the scene, the police like, "We can't even chase his ass" (Facts) [Interlude] Know who the fuck this Who this? The Reaper The fuck you want, nigga? I want yo' soul You got me fucked up, you know what's up with me, nigga Hahaha Yeah, okay [Chorus] Double cup full of Codeine, bitch, I'm faded (Faded) Ton of cash inside my pants, I feel like I made it Dickin' in her back, she like, "Ooh, I can't take it" (Take it) I'm the one, I know these niggas hate, they gotta face it (Face) I don't even want the ho, she too basic (Facts) You the type to go and buy the cape and save the bitch (Facts) I'm the type to sign the deal, still in the streets, be takin' risks (On God) I'm a rich spinner, hop outside the Benz and chase the bitch (Shh) [Verse 2] I'm a fuckin' P, these bitches love me, I can't help it (Help it) She say I can't fuck her friend, I'm like, "Ooh, you selfish" (Selfish) Two-thousand dollars on these lens, Cartier, I'm feelin' special (Special) If she get on her knees, I'll make all her problems better I got hoes I can't control, she's ho 'cause you let her I got bros down the road, ain't got no phone, I send a letter Where I'm from, you be in the streets, you cop a Rollie? That's a medal Ain't no creepin' on my street, these .762s'll go through metal Where you came from then? Why the fuck you got all of these chains on, Stan? (Stan) 'Cause I'm that nigga, put it they face, they said I wouldn't be nothin' (Nothin') I'm that nigga 'round the way, at seventeen, ran up three-hundred (Facts) [Chorus] Double cup full of Codeine, bitch, I'm faded (Faded) Ton of cash inside my pants, I feel like I made it Dickin' in her back, she like, "Ooh, I can't take it" (Take it) I'm the one, I know these niggas hate, they gotta face it (Face) I don't even want the ho, she too basic (Facts) You the type to go and buy the cape and save the bitch (Facts) I'm the type to sign the deal, still in the streets, be takin' risks (On God) I'm a rich spinner, hop outside the Benz and chase the bitch (Shh)