| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| Heeeeyyy! | |
| Walk out the house with my swagga | |
| Hop in the with you I got places to go | |
| People to see, time is precious | |
| I look at my Cartier, out of control | |
| Just like my mind where I’m going | |
| No women, no shorties, no nothing my clothes | |
| No stomping on my Perreli’s on hold | |
| Unlike my jewelry that’s always on cold | |
| I know the storm is coming | |
| My pockets keep telling me its gonna shower | |
| Call up my homies it’s on and poppin’ tonight cuz it’s meant to be ours | |
| We keep a fade away shot cause we balling this platinum Patron every hour | |
| Look momma I owe you just like the flowers | |
| Girl you the truth with all that goody sour | |
| GO! | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| From the top of the pole, I watch her go down | |
| She got me throwing my money around | |
| Ain’t nothing more beautiful to be found | |
| It’s going down down | |
| From the top of the pole, I watch her go down | |
| She got me throwing my money around | |
| Ain’t nothing more beautiful to be found | |
| It’s going down down | |
| Heeeeyyy! | |
| Shorty must know I’m the man | |
| My money love her like a number one fan | |
| Don’t open my mouth, let her talk to my fans, my Benjamin Franklins | |
| A couple of grands, I got rubber bands, my paper planes making her dance | |
| Get dirty on like the spot on my hand | |
| We building castles that made out of sand | |
| She’s amazin’, her fire blazin’, hotter than Cajun, girl won’t you move a lil closer | |
| Time to get paid, it’s maximum wage, that body belong on a poster | |
| I’m in a daze, that bottom is waving at me like dammit I told ya | |
| You want a show like a gun out a holster | |
| Tell me whatever and I’ll be ya chauffeur | |
| Cause... | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| From the top of the pole, I watch her go down | |
| She got me throwing money around | |
| Ain’t nothing more beautiful to be found | |
| It’s going down down | |
| From the top of the pole, I watch her go down | |
| She got me throwing money around | |
| Ain’t nothing more beautiful to be found | |
| It’s going down down | |
| Yeeaah... | |
| I’m spending my money (Ayyyeee!) | |
| I’m out of control (Ayyyeee!) | |
| Somebody help me | |
| She taking my bank roll | |
| But I’m king of the club (Ayyyeee!) | |
| And I’m wearing the crown | |
| Poppin’ these bottles | |
| Touching these models | |
| Watching they asses go down down (repeats down in a chopped and screwed voice 19x) | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| Heeeeyyy! | |
| Walk out the house with my swagga | |
| Hop in the with you I got places to go | |
| People to see, time is precious | |
| I look at my Cartier, out of control | |
| Just like my mind where I' m going | |
| No women, no shorties, no nothing my clothes | |
| No stomping on my Perreli' s on hold | |
| Unlike my jewelry that' s always on cold | |
| I know the storm is coming | |
| My pockets keep telling me its gonna shower | |
| Call up my homies it' s on and poppin' tonight cuz it' s meant to be ours | |
| We keep a fade away shot cause we balling this platinum Patron every hour | |
| Look momma I owe you just like the flowers | |
| Girl you the truth with all that goody sour | |
| GO! | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| From the top of the pole, I watch her go down | |
| She got me throwing my money around | |
| Ain' t nothing more beautiful to be found | |
| It' s going down down | |
| From the top of the pole, I watch her go down | |
| She got me throwing my money around | |
| Ain' t nothing more beautiful to be found | |
| It' s going down down | |
| Heeeeyyy! | |
| Shorty must know I' m the man | |
| My money love her like a number one fan | |
| Don' t open my mouth, let her talk to my fans, my Benjamin Franklins | |
| A couple of grands, I got rubber bands, my paper planes making her dance | |
| Get dirty on like the spot on my hand | |
| We building castles that made out of sand | |
| She' s amazin', her fire blazin', hotter than Cajun, girl won' t you move a lil closer | |
| Time to get paid, it' s maximum wage, that body belong on a poster | |
| I' m in a daze, that bottom is waving at me like dammit I told ya | |
| You want a show like a gun out a holster | |
| Tell me whatever and I' ll be ya chauffeur | |
| Cause... | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| From the top of the pole, I watch her go down | |
| She got me throwing money around | |
| Ain' t nothing more beautiful to be found | |
| It' s going down down | |
| From the top of the pole, I watch her go down | |
| She got me throwing money around | |
| Ain' t nothing more beautiful to be found | |
| It' s going down down | |
| Yeeaah... | |
| I' m spending my money Ayyyeee! | |
| I' m out of control Ayyyeee! | |
| Somebody help me | |
| She taking my bank roll | |
| But I' m king of the club Ayyyeee! | |
| And I' m wearing the crown | |
| Poppin' these bottles | |
| Touching these models | |
| Watching they asses go down down repeats down in a chopped and screwed voice 19x | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| Heeeeyyy! | |
| Walk out the house with my swagga | |
| Hop in the with you I got places to go | |
| People to see, time is precious | |
| I look at my Cartier, out of control | |
| Just like my mind where I' m going | |
| No women, no shorties, no nothing my clothes | |
| No stomping on my Perreli' s on hold | |
| Unlike my jewelry that' s always on cold | |
| I know the storm is coming | |
| My pockets keep telling me its gonna shower | |
| Call up my homies it' s on and poppin' tonight cuz it' s meant to be ours | |
| We keep a fade away shot cause we balling this platinum Patron every hour | |
| Look momma I owe you just like the flowers | |
| Girl you the truth with all that goody sour | |
| GO! | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| From the top of the pole, I watch her go down | |
| She got me throwing my money around | |
| Ain' t nothing more beautiful to be found | |
| It' s going down down | |
| From the top of the pole, I watch her go down | |
| She got me throwing my money around | |
| Ain' t nothing more beautiful to be found | |
| It' s going down down | |
| Heeeeyyy! | |
| Shorty must know I' m the man | |
| My money love her like a number one fan | |
| Don' t open my mouth, let her talk to my fans, my Benjamin Franklins | |
| A couple of grands, I got rubber bands, my paper planes making her dance | |
| Get dirty on like the spot on my hand | |
| We building castles that made out of sand | |
| She' s amazin', her fire blazin', hotter than Cajun, girl won' t you move a lil closer | |
| Time to get paid, it' s maximum wage, that body belong on a poster | |
| I' m in a daze, that bottom is waving at me like dammit I told ya | |
| You want a show like a gun out a holster | |
| Tell me whatever and I' ll be ya chauffeur | |
| Cause... | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| From the top of the pole, I watch her go down | |
| She got me throwing money around | |
| Ain' t nothing more beautiful to be found | |
| It' s going down down | |
| From the top of the pole, I watch her go down | |
| She got me throwing money around | |
| Ain' t nothing more beautiful to be found | |
| It' s going down down | |
| Yeeaah... | |
| I' m spending my money Ayyyeee! | |
| I' m out of control Ayyyeee! | |
| Somebody help me | |
| She taking my bank roll | |
| But I' m king of the club Ayyyeee! | |
| And I' m wearing the crown | |
| Poppin' these bottles | |
| Touching these models | |
| Watching they asses go down down repeats down in a chopped and screwed voice 19x | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down | |
| You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down |
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