Nines - Certified North West G lyrics
[Hook] Why you wanna turn on me Certified North West G They said that money don't grow on trees But make P'zz Yeah (x2) [Verse 1: Nines] I make n******gs wanna build a line k**ing'em the city's mine Running through these hoes like some ribbons on a finish line Now imma kinect When I finish trimming the crop my hands the same color as Shrek's (Uh) You n******gs see the buzz spreading like a rumour But I had a buzz when I threw seven to my j**eler (x2) Used to get sent shot now i run the block Midnight i'd be whipping up since one o'clock Last year i took a few losses Still got 2010 money hidden in some shoe boxes And all these n******gs hate the way I ball Every flip put some P behind the pain on the war (Uh) In the night time my life's like Charlie Sheens Day time birds on me like Armani jeans I pull strings but I don't play guitars Bout to live crazy large Driveway with 80 cars I need a DB9 Pepsi Blue Penthouse in the sky where the jets in view All you bandwagon n******gs fall back I'm treating every package like a doormat Stacking P, Handing out pictures all day you'll think i had a gallery And I just got some new b**hes So my old girls invisible like Sue Richers i'ts Nines [Hook] Why you wanna turn on me Certified North West G They say that money don't grow on trees But make P'ss Yeah (x2) [Verse 2: Fatz] Yeah, you wanna ride now All you little dickheads better pipe down Talk a bag of crud until you see the mandem wildout cuz Cah you know they take kindness for weakness So I always got it just to leave man speechless Now i'm swimming in a deep blue sea Drop n******gs then ask lord forgive me Cause I will go and squeeze three And air the whole scene out Or i'll punch n******gs up giv'em straight beat downs You know it's Mister don't give a f** Leave n******gs laid out, Nothin can't pick it up So any time you say my name you know them bells ring Got n******gs straight shook, saying the approach him I keep it loyal to them n******gs cah the block built me And any time I go court I plead not guilty Cah i'm the n***a leaning out the side door Screamin out Ice city boy then I Sky four Burst quick, have a n***a looking like bird sh** Flatline Nothin can't nurse it, swear You know it's Yung Capo spittin bare ether b**hes on my dick, cah they see us with Tulisa Guns on deck, when you see us do a one step I set pace no time for a d**h threat And ask Biggz ask Max manna will shutter Big 45 coat pitch man proper [Hook] Why you wanna turn on me Certified North West G They say that money don't grow on trees But make P'ss Yeah (x2)