Hollywood Rayy - Spin on em Lyrics

Wake up, deposit, the bands, is profit I spend my bank just on the closet
Spend my money, make it back They see my drip, they can't react
I'm iced out with some Cartier Eatin' oxtails where the Yardies at
Bitches can't even stick and move More motion than the end of June

Damn Holly, why you take off on this verse so motherf*ckin' soon
I told em step they pin up, now these bitches finna
See a side of me like when I'm eatin' dinner Shaped like Kylie Jenner, stuck like a splinter
Man word to Pinterest, all these bitches pinned up

They don't appreciate it when I be in peaceful mode
That's why it ain't that hard for me to go in beast mode
Spend more time in the studio than when they washin' they ass
A lot of bitches talkin' cash, money, shit without the cash

That's the motherf*ckin' gag, guess the cat is out the bag
I don't f*ck around with bitches, like bad wi-fi cause they lag
I give em a band-aid when they cryin' cause they feelings hurt
I see no talent, all this shit these hoes produce is dirt

Just gon' drop out while you ahead cause I know it won't work
The only way you get it up if it's you goin' flirt
Wake up, deposit, the bands, is profit I spend my bank just on the closet
Wake up, deposit, the bands, is profit I spend my bank just on the closet

Jimmy Choo lenses, bitch, I can't see you these bitches be watchin' like they pay for Hulu
Pack a bitch, I smack a bitch like Wendy's double stacker, bitch
These bitches all be wack as shit, they got that bug, that's what it is
All these lame niggas can't get the biz Nestle crunch that's on my kids

Thinkin' that she got some tea on me, these bitches sippin' piss
Get up wit me, I bet you won't Got what you need and I got what you want
Drive SRTs? I'm knowin' you don't Stop all that lyin, luh ho you a ponk
Fatty on me, he love my donk Bitches wish they was my clone

Doin' what they think I won't run through bitches like a comb
One, two, one, two, one, two, three, four
Man, and that's the thing, these bitches only do they one, two
Then come back and make a tweet talkin' bout how they ate you

My flow crazy, it's retarded, I'm the life of every party
I'm these bitches' biggest inspo, they ask me to get it started
They pen and they flow departed You bitches should harakiri
Rollin' all these bitches up and I smoke them like I'm a Marley

Light skin 5'6 wit the 40-inch bust down
Hoes steady pickin side, I'm sayin' it's up now
I keep a piece, I stay clutched up now I'm rollin' up, it's double Dutch now
Beatin' hoes, I made a touchdown like Madden hoe, I'm draggin' down town

Bitches can't take care of their child makin' all these brand new iClouds
I came to hurt these bitches' feelings, that's what I'ma do
I made your nigga bed rock like yabba-dabba-doo
You shakin', all them dreadlocks, it's in a fallout too

These hoes got no stability, tell them, give me the loot
I got cash that's flowin', liquor pourin' yo teeth bucked like mator towing
Hella cars McQueen my toes in, my neck and my wrist on frozen
Ice ice
Add it up, the price is commas stackin' up

Bitches screamin', yup, yup, I'm whoopin', get my belt, yup
Valid bad, lil' bitch, rackin' up assists
Bitches started smellin' cause I always keep em' pissed
Really, I'm the shit, not humble, I'm that bitch

It's like I got a genie cause I always get my wish
Spinback, bitch, we gotta spinback gotta get your win back, can't believe they did that
Oh snap, spinback, bitch, we gotta spinback gotta get your win back, all these niggas been cap
The money, I'm chasin' my haters, I'm facin

They blunts, I'm lacin' I'm gone, no tracin
I'm runnin', you pacin' he in it, no fakin
Ho run up, I'm macin' my blessings, he placin