Spin Rich Homie Quan

[Chorus]
Flew to Toronto, I linked up with twin
Mmm, hop off the plane and I hop in the Benz
Money be motive, they telling me spin
Lil' bro in the back and he beggin' to spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin
Hop off the road and I hop in your ho
Go hit a lick, then I'm back on the road
Lil' bitty nigga, I stay with a pole
And I stay strapped like a pair of Girbauds
The city on my back, I carry the load
Run it back up 'cause I'm back in that mode
They thought it was over, got back on them hoes
They thought it was over, got back on them hoes, yeah (Spin, spin, spin)

[Verse 1]
It's hard, but I had to grow to make it
I got four houses in Atlanta, no more home invasions
And I post my pic when I leave, I can't show locations
'Cause I'm rich don't mеan I go complacent
And when I hear mysеlf, that's motivation (Hey)
Hey, yeah, bulletproof on the coupe (Coupe)
Flashlight on the tool (Tool)
Walk 'em down, you know it get a little hard to run and shoot (Shoot)
Fuck that, cross that line, it can go down any way it do
'Cause I know niggas cuckoo, stupid
Yeah, money bring problems, my sister mad a week straight
They hollering 'bout a bag, I'd rather carry the briefcase
I been geeked out my mind, back to back smoking truffles
Ayy, 365, y'all my brothers and they in trouble, so I