Ceiling Fan Lyrics

Yeah, my boys, they ain't playin' Around he get hit with that Glock, now he lay

On the ground yeah we knock off His top, it ain't makin' no

Sound finna do that, boy bad, Yeah, you know we

gon' spin him man Got that chop In the back and I call it my mini-man

I pull up with that chop and it's up In the minivan

Spin that boy in the air man he Look like a ceiling fan Go ask Your girl, yeah, I know that she been a fan

Countin' that guap, you know That I been the man

Makin' that money, there's no Better feelin' than countin' that Money until you can't feel

It, man Savin' that money, them Boys, they the villain man

I'm countin' that guap, now they mad, wanna steal it

I'm droppin' the top, I'm droppin' The ceiling I hop in the whip, and You know that I'm

Peelin' back I'm gettin' rich yeah, You know that's forever

I'm countin' these bands, and they Stickin' together

My diamonds is cold, I ain't talkin' Bout weather

You play with the gang and that Glock finna dead em

That Glock finna wet em, ain't Talkin' no swimming pool

You think you the man, yeah, you Think that you feelin' cool

We cuttin' them off, I ain't talkin' Umbilical I'm gettin' money, could Tell by my vehicle

I'm feelin' like Stevie, I really can't See them dudes

I slam that lil boy on the ground Just like Cena do

I'm gettin' that money, I really Ain't needin' you

That Glock in the back, put them down, yeah, we beatin' you, Beatin' you

Down, yeah, I'm the king ima Rock, my lil' crown

I know they mad, yeah, these Bands make em frown

Diamonds, they wet, man, I'm Really gon' drown

I got that Glock ima buss in your Town

Yeah we really be bussin' that (this That real trap music man)

I'm on the road and I'm burnin' The rubber man

Know I'm the goat and there ain't Another man

I got your girl in the back and her Mother man

I got these Glocks and you really Get smothered man

Bullets they rain, you really get Covered man

We goin' to war, you better take Cover, man

Yeah, my boys, they ain't playin' Around

He get hit with that Glock, now We lay on the ground yeah we Knock off his top, it ain't makin' No

sound finna do that, boy bad, Yeah, you know we

Gon' spin him man Got that chop In the back and I call it my mini-Man

I pull up with that chop and it's up In the minivan

Spin that boy in the air man he Look like a ceiling fan

Spin that boy in the air man he Look like a ceiling fan yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Got that glock in the back and you Know ima' spin em man yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah