Spin Bout Me

I can't wait till we meet, FN Glock 30 real steppers gone' spin bout me

Clear the scene, face card way too clean, I don't need I.D

Don't tell me what he said, tell me what you did when he said what he said about me

Ain't worried about beef, pop my shit count a 100 I make it look easy

Clear the scene in a Lambo, I go places that they can't go

They start hatin' when they trap slow, I took risks just to make more

Touch down & flood the city, wake up I'm back on a flight

When she ask, tell her I'm broke but my mama she livin' alright

You want it, you got it, that's pimpin, throw that shit in the bag

I can't be stressin' these bitches, special ones I done had