| You spin my head right 'round |
| Right 'round |
| When you go down |
| When you go down down |
| You spin my head right 'round |
| Right 'round |
| When you go down |
| When you go down down |
| (Hey) |
| Walk out the house with my swagger |
| Hop in there with you, I got places to go |
| People to see, time is precious |
| I look at my Carti, they outta control |
| Just like my mind, where I’m goin' |
| No women, no shorties |
| No nothing, my clothes |
| No stopping, not my Pirellis on |
| Unlike my jewelry, that’s always on |
| Whoo |
| I know the storm is coming |
| My pockets keep telling me |
| It’s gonna shower |
| Calling my homies, it’s on |
| And poppin' tonight 'cause it’s meant to be ours |
| We keep a fade away shot |
| 'Cause we ballin', it’s platinum Patron |
| Every hour |
| Lil' mama, I owe you just like the flowers |
| Girl, you the truth, it’s all that goodie power |
| You spin my head right 'round |
| Right 'round |
| When you go down |
| When you go down down |
| You spin my head right 'round |
| Right 'round |
| Right 'round |
| When you go down |
| When you go down down |
| From the top of the pole |
| I watch her go down |
| She got me throwing my money around |
| Ain’t nothing more beautiful to be found |
| It’s going down down |
| From the top of the pole |
| I watch her go down |
| She got me throwing my money around |
| Ain’t nothing more beautiful to be found |
| It’s going down down |
| Shorty must know I’m the man |
| My money love her like a number one fan |
| Don’t open my mouth, let her talk to my fans |
| My Benjamin Franklins |
| A couple of grands, I got rubber bands |
| My paper planes making her dance |
| Get dirty on like, this spot on my hand |
| We building castles that’s made out of sand |
| She’s amazing, her fire blazing |
| Hotter than Cajun |
| Girl, won’t you move a lil' closer |
| Time to get paid, it’s maximum wage |
| That body belong on a poster |
| I’m in a daze, that body is waving at me |
| Like damnit, I told ya |
| You wanna shoot like a gun outta holster |
| Tell me whatever and I’ll be your chauffeur |
| You spin my head right 'round |
| Right 'round |
| When you go down |
| When you go down down |
| You spin my head right 'round |
| Right 'round |
| When you go down |
| When you go down down |
| From the top of the pole |
| I watch her go down |
| She got me throwing my money around |
| Ain’t nothing more beautiful to be found |
| It’s going down down |
| From the top of the pole |
| I watch her go down |
| She got me throwing my money around |
| Ain’t nothing more beautiful to be found |
| It’s going down down |
| I’m spending my money (Hey) |
| I’m outta control (Hey) |
| Somebody help me |
| She’s taking my bank roll |
| But I’m king in the club |
| And I’m wearing the crown |
| Popping these bottles |
| Touching these models |
| Watching the asses go down, down |
| You spin my head right 'round |
| Right 'round |
| When you go down |
| When you go down down |
| You spin my head right 'round |
| Right 'round |
| When you go down |
| When you go down down |
| You spin my head right 'round |
| Right 'round |
| When you go down |
| When you go down down |
| You spin my head right 'round |
| When you go down |
| When you go down down |