Spin Bout U
 作词 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/M Jones/N. Shebib/T. Sanders/D. Armstrong
 作曲 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/M Jones/N. Shebib/T. Sanders/D. Armstrong
 You gotta mother****in' feel this shit, boy
 (BanBwoi)
 Woah

 [Verse 1: 21 Savage]
 I got feelings for you
 Hope you ain't lovin' the crew
 How many bodies you got?
 Pray it ain't more than a few
 Know that you dealt with some lames
 When you was young and in school
 He had to pop your cherry
 But I got it wet like a pool
 She got a new G-Wag'
 She wanna hit Highlight Room and show it off
 Got a new body, girl, show it off
 This a Brazilian, I know it's soft
 Toned up and she got a six-pack
 Look like she used to play volleyball
 American Express, you can have it all
 Code to the safe, you can have it all
 **** your main page, what's your Finsta? I wanna know the real you
 You started dancin' to pay your tuition, girl, I wanna know what you been through
 You want a boutique or you wanna sell hair, just let me know what you into
 If you out in public and he want your number, just tеll him, "My nigga'll spin you"

 The way you make me feel thеse days
 Somethin' gettin' dry for you, baby girl
 Smoke a nigga top for you, baby girl
 Burn somebody block for you
 The way you make me feel these days
 Comin' out my body for you, baby girl
 Wipe 'em like he snotty for you, baby girl
 Comin' out my body for you
 [Verse 2: Drake]
 Damn, just turned on the news and seen that men who never got pussy in school are makin' laws about what women can do
 I got to protect ya, I'm a made man, tied in, all the way, baby
 So I got to respect ya
 Niggas put hands on you in the past, insecure because your body is pressure
 Four words when I think about them is crusty, musty, dusty, rusty
 Eight words when I think about us is **** me, **** me, **** me, **** me
 Disrespect ya and I smack 'em
 The texts that you send in captions
 The videos we got ever leak, we goin' viral, or goin' platinum
 Don't worry 'bout your friend's story when I had her alone
 She gon' try and put some extras on it, take you out of your zone
 You know how it goes when they can't get a reservation up in Carbone
 They gon' tell you it's a chill night, tell you how they rather stay home
 Yeah, jealous ass hoes
 Yeah, and I know what I said 'bout bein' in Vogue
 But, just like that R&B groove from the 90s, girl, one call, I'll get you in Vogue
 One call, you in runways shows
 One call, I'm sittin' front row
 One wrong call from your ex nigga sayin' dumb shit, I'll get him sent home
 One call and my niggas ten toes
 Down to go wherever I say go
 Even if we got to trap across the globe
 Down to take it to the end of the road, for real

 The way you make me feel these days
 Somethin' gettin' dry for you, baby girl
 Smoke a nigga top for you, baby girl
 Burn somebody block for you
 The way you make me feel these days
 Comin' out my body for you, baby girl
 Wipe 'em like he snotty for you, baby girl
 Comin' out my body for you

 Want ya
 I w-want ya
 Oh, your love is so deep
 Feelin' so deep
 Want ya
 I w-want ya
 Give me your love then, feelin' so deep