Rich Spinna lyrics

[Intro]
On God, n*gga, mm
Let's do it
Huh

[Chorus]
Double cup full of Codeine, b*tch, I'm faded (Faded)
Ton of cash inside my pants, I feel like I made it
di*kin' in her back, she like, "Ooh, I can't take it" (Take it)
I'm the one, I know these n*ggas 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 b*tch (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 b*tch (Shh)

[Verse 1]
But you already knew that, so let's talk about this cash (Cash)
Supercharger, super fast, b*tch, 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 f*ck 'bout what I had (On God)
b*tch, 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 f*ck this
Who this?
The Reaper
The f*ck you want, n*gga?
I want yo' soul
You got me f*cked up, you know what's up with me, n*gga
Hahaha
Yeah, okay

[Chorus]
Double cup full of Codeine, b*tch, I'm faded (Faded)
Ton of cash inside my pants, I feel like I made it
di*kin' in her back, she like, "Ooh, I can't take it" (Take it)
I'm the one, I know these n*ggas 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 b*tch (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 b*tch (Shh)

[Verse 2]
I'm a f*ckin' P, these b*tches love me, I can't help it (Help it)
She say I can't f*ck 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 f*ck you got all of these chains on, Stan? (Stan)
'Cause I'm that n*gga, put it they face, they said I wouldn't be nothin' (Nothin')
I'm that n*gga 'round the way, at seventeen, ran up three-hundred (Facts)
[Chorus]
Double cup full of Codeine, b*tch, I'm faded (Faded)
Ton of cash inside my pants, I feel like I made it
di*kin' in her back, she like, "Ooh, I can't take it" (Take it)
I'm the one, I know these n*ggas 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 b*tch (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 b*tch (Shh)