[Intro]
(Levi, this one's crazy)
(Ayo Roger, this shit hot boy)
(Made a bag, so that shawty wanna spin back)
(Moving fast, driving off, give her whiplash)
(Said she love me, but she know that she just love the cash)
(A hundred on the dash)

[Chorus: Pressed & Rarin]
Made a bag so that shawty wanna spin back
Moving fast, driving off, give her whiplash
Said she love me, but she know that she love the cash
New whip, foreign bitch a hundred on the dash
New ops, so, I told the driver spin it back
New gun, yeah I hold it with no springs attached
Cooled off in the benz, now I'm earning racks
No talk, wind is hitting, feel like the flash

[Verse 1: Rarin]
Cash out all my checks, 'cause I'm next up
Blue strips in my pack, I'm flexed up
Black tints yeah I ride with my cash up
Cat piss lately I'm feeling gassed up
Shorty 'fessing said she likes my adlibs
No confessions shorty in the past tense
Heavy flexing cause I got my bands quick
Never exit I be getting too rich
[Bridge: Rarin]
Shawty tripping on my phone had to run away
Back to back phone calls yeah I found a way
She ain't never get enough cause she got a taste
Whiplash to my funds now i'm earning bank

[Chorus: Pressed & Rarin]
Made a bag so that shawty wanna spin back
Moving fast, driving off, give her whiplash
Said she love me, but she know that she love the cash
New whip, foreign bitch a hundred on the dash
New ops, so, I told the driver spin it back
New gun, yeah I hold it with no springs attached
Cooled off in the benz, now I'm earning racks
No talk, wind is hitting, feel like the flash

[Verse: Pressed]
Driving off drop the top
All these people talking down
But they don't really know what's up
I just made a couple racks
I just made a fucking bag
Didn't wanna talk before
Now I know that bitch mad
Sad
Shawty in my dms saying she just wanna fuck
Didn't want me back then now you running out of luck
I'm coming in fast so lil bitch you better duck
Running up this money yeah i'm running up these bucks
New watch, new drip yeah i'm iced out
Said you hate me find it funny how you love me now
People change like a clock got a tick now
Driving off in a foreign and its fucking loud
[Chorus: Pressed & Rarin]
Made a bag so that shawty wanna spin back
Moving fast, driving off, give her whiplash
Said she love me, but she know that she love the cash
New whip, foreign bitch a hundred on the dash
New ops, so, I told the driver spin it back
New gun, yeah I hold it with no springs attached
Cooled off in the benz, now I'm earning racks
No talk, wind is hitting, feel like the flash