Hop up in that Rarri

Do the dash

Then I′m spinnin' outGot 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