Money Man - Spin For You Lyrics

(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker)

Told lil' mama that, "You near and dear to me, I'll spin for you"
Nigga put a hand on you, I'll pop his fuckin' lid for you
Remember we had stole the teacher car way back in middle school
Catch his ass in traffic, better hope his car is bullet proof
I hope she realize I can upgrade her lifestyle
Everybody in Miami still with me iced out
Buttons on these glizzys, on my soul, you'll get wiped out
ATM get drained, and accounts, they get wiped out
Every city had like three or four, I be vibed out
"Is he about that life for real?" come and find out
"How he made that much off one CP?" they tryna find out
Hit her from the back, I almost tore her fuckin' spine out

Fuck he think tryna rob me, had to blow his mind out
I'ma OD on these shrooms like I'm Amy Winehouse
She love to kiss, she don't deny me entry
Her wrist is Van Cleef, and her truck is a Bentley
If she don't comply, then I'ma send her to the exit
Slapped her on the ass and told her cook, she said I'm sexy
I ain't got no chill, I'm talkin' to these bitches reckless
Go and get the money, that's the motto and directive
Opps they get filled out
Bad bitch look good, how she lookin' like Milhouse
She not a city girl, but she got flewed out
She come to my crib and get her back blewed out
Fuck the police, with them we'll have a shoot out
Lost fifty boxes and found me a new route
Parked the sedan and I brought that new coupe out
King of this shit, don't make me bring the troops out
Modified Glock, it'll take a whole group out
I got my eyes on the prize, I'm so locked in
Turn that lil' bitch on, while her friend watchin'
Her ass so soft, that shit feel like some cotton
Patek and AP and Rollie

Told lil' mama that, "You near and dear to me, I'll spin for you"
Nigga put a hand on you, I'll pop his fuckin' lid for you
Remember we had stole the teacher car way back in middle school
Catch his ass in traffic, better hope his car is bullet proof
I hope she realize I can upgrade her lifestyle
Everybody in Miami still with me iced out
Buttons on these glizzys, on my soul, you'll get wiped out
ATM get drained, and accounts, they get wiped out
Every city had like three or four, I be vibed out
"Is he about that life for real?" come and find out
"How he made that much off one CP?" they tryna find out
Hit her from the back, I almost tore her fuckin' spine out