Hop up in that Rarri
Do the dash
Then I'm spinnin' out
Got money on my mind
I'm moving fast
I'm cashing out
These lights and cameras
Yeah they bout to flash
Imma take action now
No actin out
Got money now
Got push to start
Its no backin' down
Imma hop up I pull up my pockets they fat
See me ride thru the city and back
Smoke a wood I'm just feelin' the past
All the haters they wanna reaction
Livin' life like this it made me grow
Pockets fatter so we spending
That's the only life I know
All this money in my pocket it don't mean a thing
The hate is real, the love is fake, least that's the way it seem
Livin' life, spinning out and you can't stop me
That's how I'm feelin' when I hop up in that Rarri
They pull up and say they real, I know that love is fake
Same niggas who swear they got your back
Gon have you duck a case
And so I'm keeping them mills tucked in a safe
Play, then these shots touching his face
Boom!
Make room, 'cause it never was an option running with snakes
Vroom!
Pull off on a sitch, you can say that you love me
I know that it's fake
See the look in her eyes, say she here for the vibe
But it's really a lie
'Cuz I know it's the cake
Got her choosing my hand
She advance, pardon ma'am, what the damn?
Understand I don't need you
I will wear your cold heart on a sleeve
'Fore you try it with me, and then suddenly
Hop in this Rarri and leave you
All this money in my pocket it don't mean a thing
The hate is real, the love is fake, least that's the way it seem
Livin' life, spinning out and you can't stop me
That's how I'm feelin' when I hop up in that Rarri
Living life and spinning out
You can't stop this
I bought my bitch a Birkin bag
And you can't top this
Watch this
I been pullin' profit
They told me that I could never be shit
Now my pockets
They aint never matter cuz I know we got enough
Cuz I got it from the trap I'm wit my niggas wit my blood
We really spinnin' in that Rarri
All these digits they won't stop me
All these niggas try to copy
I don't just fuck wit anybody
All this money in my pocket it don't mean a thing
The hate is real, the love is fake, least that's the way it seem
Livin' life, spinning out and you can't stop me
That's how I'm feelin' when I hop up in that Rarri