[Intro: Nines]

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Ha ha ha ha ha!

This is why I'm wiling the video

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[Verse 1: Nines]

If you need ammy from pens to bricks in weed baggies

Rap fans mad at me but the feens happy

Told my nigga come quick, the packs are fluff

I swear these Os won't fit in your plastic cup

And then she came through the base, then I backed it up

Me & Bunz soon come through in matching trucks

Skrapz's last show, he had a convoy of 20 whips

You was moving like you hate stairs tryna get a lift

Bopping down the wing like I ain't fuckin' with the gym

TT Greece, tell your man holla for a ting

Should seen the way he was on me to take a pinky off

You'd think he's tryna rob me for my ring

A nigga put a finger on me then his mum's dead

New strap came with two bodies on it like a bunk bed

Used to watch Cow & Chicken now I'm flippin

Pyrex powder whipping, got it while I'm spitting, tell me how I'm slipping

This ain't no game, this ain't like The Sims

I'm hot, so I got to change up my Lyca sims

In the bath, soap bars saying Gucci

In my yard, getting a massage from a groupie

Watching Paid In Full, but it's half of the movie

Turn it off when Rico starts getting bookie

[Skit 1: Rico & Mitch]

You got 14 bricks right there?

Who's you off... A?

Yeah man, but Look B

Once we get my little brother back, man, we right the fuck back on baby

We right the fuck back on when I get Sonny

It's gonna be bus...

[Verse 1 continued: Nines]

Then it's back to the bits I got keys to whip

Stupid little bitch try key my whip

[Skit 2: Frank Lucas]

Ey! Ey! Ey! Ey!

Don't rub on that, you blot that!

Ya understand?

That's Alpaca, that's $25,000 Alpaca!

You blot that shit!

You don't rub it, put the club soda on there

Simple Simon-ass motherfuckers

Listen, from now on, don't nobody talk to me directly, you understand?

You got business with me, you talk to Huey!

[Verse 2: Nines]

It might just look like me & Pebz are just sittin' here

But every time my phone rings, I'm closer to a millionaire

Told my nigga "don't borrow out his pedal bike"

I lose weight every time that I sell you light

They saying Prezzy broke like my rollie fell

Connect drops me boxes, we don't own a scale

Couple chicks, I could wife few hoes as well

Bitch lost her mind if she thinks she's my only girl

They saying I'm materialistic

Like I wasn't dropping jewels, but clearly they missed It

Feds onto me, I had to move base

You say you fly birds, but your stacks thinner than a shoe lace

I built a counchline, getting extra bread

So how can trapping be dead, like what Section said?

Money underneath the mattress when I rest my head

So I'm sleeping on P like I wet the bed