Ceiling Fan

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