CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Spin Back
TMB Spazz checkin' in, man
(They hold on)
(They gon' hold on) They gon' spin back again
(They gon' hold on) They gon' spin back again
If them boys ain't outside we gon' spin back again
I'm prayin' up to God for the sh*t that I did
I'm married to the money, it's a serious commit
You can see it in my face, the pill's startin' to kick in
If them boys ain't outside we gon' spin back again
I'm prayin' up to God for the sh*t that I did
I'm married to the money, it's a serious commit
You can see it in my face, the pill's startin' to kick in
Okay, hold on, hold on, lemme throw my coat on
It ain't cold out, but I gotta keep this pole out
White Runtz, b*t*h, you know that that's my cologne
She on my phone, tell your baby leave me alone
I'm in that trap, ho, bag talk, smack her if she back talk
Limpin', do my cash walk, walk in then I cash out
They like, "Oh, there go Spazz-out, Mr. Pull-them-bands-out"
Flexin' on your man now, he poppin' rubber bands now
If them boys ain't outside we gon' spin back again
I'm prayin' up to God for the sh*t that I did
I'm married to the money, it's a serious commit
You can see it in my face, the pill's startin' to kick in
If them boys ain't outside we gon' spin back again
I'm prayin' up to God for the sh*t that I did
I'm married to the money, it's a serious commit
You can see it in my face, the pill's startin' to kick in
We'll do our two-step, bullets make a f**k n***a dance
Only got one thing for a b*t*h, I told her look in my pants
And we got big guns comin', bomb your block like Japan's
She said she like the way I'm stylin' 'cause I'm shoppin' in France
And, b*t*h, I'm off that drank, ain't talkin' 'bout Hennessey
Then she wanna get me in the room and get the best of me
My brothers, they in the kitchen, they whippin' the recipe
And, yeah, they out here sellin' dog food, ain't talkin' 'bout Pedigree
I miss my Gucci, wear Vlone
Yeah, I really had to get my bands up
Shorty off the X, she say I'm handsome
If you want some smoke, we give you cancer
Don't be callin' on my phone
If you try to hit me, I won't answer
If them boys ain't outside we gon' spin back again
I'm prayin' up to God for the sh*t that I did
I'm married to the money, it's a serious commit
You can see it in my face, the pill's startin' to kick in
If them boys ain't outside we gon' spin back again
I'm prayin' up to God for the sh*t that I did
I'm married to the money, it's a serious commit
You can see it in my face, the pill's startin' to kick in
(They hold on)
(They gon' hold on) They gon' spin back again
(They gon' hold on) They gon' spin back again
If them boys ain't outside we gon' spin back again
I'm prayin' up to God for the sh*t that I did
I'm married to the money, it's a serious commit
You can see it in my face, the pill's startin' to kick in
If them boys ain't outside we gon' spin back again
I'm prayin' up to God for the sh*t that I did
I'm married to the money, it's a serious commit
You can see it in my face, the pill's startin' to kick in
Okay, hold on, hold on, lemme throw my coat on
It ain't cold out, but I gotta keep this pole out
White Runtz, b*t*h, you know that that's my cologne
She on my phone, tell your baby leave me alone
I'm in that trap, ho, bag talk, smack her if she back talk
Limpin', do my cash walk, walk in then I cash out
They like, "Oh, there go Spazz-out, Mr. Pull-them-bands-out"
Flexin' on your man now, he poppin' rubber bands now
If them boys ain't outside we gon' spin back again
I'm prayin' up to God for the sh*t that I did
I'm married to the money, it's a serious commit
You can see it in my face, the pill's startin' to kick in
If them boys ain't outside we gon' spin back again
I'm prayin' up to God for the sh*t that I did
I'm married to the money, it's a serious commit
You can see it in my face, the pill's startin' to kick in
We'll do our two-step, bullets make a f**k n***a dance
Only got one thing for a b*t*h, I told her look in my pants
And we got big guns comin', bomb your block like Japan's
She said she like the way I'm stylin' 'cause I'm shoppin' in France
And, b*t*h, I'm off that drank, ain't talkin' 'bout Hennessey
Then she wanna get me in the room and get the best of me
My brothers, they in the kitchen, they whippin' the recipe
And, yeah, they out here sellin' dog food, ain't talkin' 'bout Pedigree
I miss my Gucci, wear Vlone
Yeah, I really had to get my bands up
Shorty off the X, she say I'm handsome
If you want some smoke, we give you cancer
Don't be callin' on my phone
If you try to hit me, I won't answer
If them boys ain't outside we gon' spin back again
I'm prayin' up to God for the sh*t that I did
I'm married to the money, it's a serious commit
You can see it in my face, the pill's startin' to kick in
If them boys ain't outside we gon' spin back again
I'm prayin' up to God for the sh*t that I did
I'm married to the money, it's a serious commit
You can see it in my face, the pill's startin' to kick in
