Hey yo, tag a friend cause nines is back again
Could of went in the dragons den with my pad and pen
But I've been flying ammo packs, whipping up the mad ting
Sending b**hes kitchens into aspen
I feel like a black James Bond when I'm sitting in the Aston
All I do is fly birds, b**hes are distractions
All them n***as hating, still ain't got the mansion
I don't discriminate I judge a n***a by his actions
Them man are browsing, me I just cop a pair
Old money, grands sitting down like a rocking chair
I ain't forgetting my roots
Leave that skinny jean sh**, for them feminine youts
Just copped my guy a ped, now I'm sending him shoots
Had lemon in the panel like celebrity juice
I ain't trying to end up back in the magistrates
When I whip up, I make sure the [?] is straight
I used to hustle when it's raining, customers complaining
Now I come through in a Cayman like I'm on my way to training
I ain't no footballer, I control the block
Never slapped my n***a when I made him hold a box
f** a molly ill catch a body try an spike me like louboutins
Know I got it on me, with these diamonds and these Cubans on
Watch when I bump into them cobras
Little n***as watch your step, I spent five hundred on these loafers
Thinking I'm a rapper until I run up on your soldiers
Clap it I don't care if it was yungens or the olders
I ain't lipping, I got the four fif
And if my money was clean, me and Jazzy would of made the forbes list
Twenty bricks inside the base
Even if Roley made belts, I still wouldn't have no time to waste
How could I ever put my faith in a girl?
That's like trying to find an angel in hell
Nines n***a