Spin Again

Lyrics

[Intro: J Money] (BB had to do it to 'em) (Funk or Die) Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on [Verse 1: J Money] Hold on, this somethin' I gotta dance to Where I'm from, we gotta keep sticks like some bamboo Like, hold up, wait a minute, let me count my blues I don't care you got a man, baby girl, you're cute If your man try me, guns get to blowin' like flutes And lil' kid, FOD step for me too Young boy from Oakland, he gettin' bands too You gon' make it far as me long as you stay in school You just gotta keep your mind right and stay cool Bro walkin' with blick, so you better stay smooth All I do is speak the truth when I'm in the booth They say it get cold when a hot boy walk in the room I remember bein' in Stockton, climbin' on roofs You don't need to go out to the dеntist, I'll knock out your tooth I'm finna knock it out the park like I'm Babe Ruth Hе say he got money, it's his mom's, that's the half truth [Interlude: J Money & JUST BANG] Like, how you gon' flex your mama money? Like, boys really cappers for real, like Baby J, what it is, nigga? What's good, brodie? Ayy, look Ooh, ayy (Uh) [Verse 2: JUST BANG] Ten thousand my mouth, I be shinin' hard (Yeah) I got a Glock on my waist, no bodyguard (Nah) I done crashed the Hellcat, this a different car (Skrrt) They think I ride around in space, all they see is stars (Woo, hoo) Shit, yeah, that's Phil's shit (Brodie) I knocked the bitch off Instagram, she a real bitch (Uh) That lil' piece on that chop, that's a kill switch (Graow) They call me to slide through and I kill shit (Bah) Ah, you old Mickey Mouse nigga, you a real snitch (What?) At Icebox with big bruh getting real drip (Ooh) Ooh, all this ice on my shh, you might slip (Let's get it) Ayy, drop the lo' on what's-his-name and get bro flipped (Let's get it) I'm rollin' Wade on the blade with white chicks (Ha) Pussy good, it be feelin' like vice grips (Ooh) Two Rollie, four chains, it's ice chips I'm a dog to these hoes, I'm Mike Vick [Interlude: J Money] They ain't really that cap for real, but people really tryna set you up Like, they don't want you to be successful in life, they don't want you to win It's really crazy [Verse 3: J Money] Like, I don't understand how that work Ask my bros, I'll never snitch on paperwork Where I'm from, you don't know if it's guns or fireworks Where I'm from, your bros could be fakin' and tryna lurk If gettin' money was a crime, you'd be innocent Creepin' with a couple K's, so I'm movin' militant You say you goin' up, but you ain't doin' it NBA, makin' plays, call me Gregg Popovich I'm in the stu' waitin' for the beats, what you lackin' for? Better call me Fredo how I'm finna go bag 'em though Baby girl, if we talkin', keep it on the low They call my diamonds hard 'cause it look like the snow Big chop hold fifty for the ammo Call me Varrell makin' plays, don't forget the Joe You say you cool, but you not, why you lyin' then? Big dog, uncle too, and we goin' in You gettin' way too close, bruh, you is not my friend Too comfortable, lil' bro, we is not kin You got them all, they didn't bust, you is not him Circle gettin' smaller, it's closing 'cause we is not friends When I'm gettin' older, I'm tryna buy a Lamb' Big roll in my pocket, huh, let me count up ten Big FOD, we some real men They say it's get back gang, well, spin again [Verse 4: Lil Tray] Them niggas want that get back, tell 'em spin again We ain't hit nobody first time, we gon' spin the bin Ain't got no money for me, baby, you ain't gettin' in 'Member all them days road runnin', tryna get a ten Pants hangin' 'cause the clip that's in the Glock extend I only hang with real shooters, I do not pretend J Bay say he get a lil' older, he gon' cop the Benz And he ain't gettin' in the whip unless he got the tints FOD gettin' money, that ain't nothin' new Why them niggas always get to runnin' when we comin' through? I don't even want the money, it ain't comin' blue Swear I'm sick of all these love me niggas like I got the flu She gon' suck it while she drive, that's what she like to do Turn your friends into haters, what this ice'll do You is not my bitch, told her, "I don't gotta lie to you" Come and get a job with FOD, I can hire you