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 bitches kitchens into aspen

I feel like a black James Bond when I'm sitting in the Aston

All I do is fly birds, bitches are distractions

All them niggas hating, still ain′t got the mansion

I don't discriminate I judge a nigga 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 shit, 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 mag 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 nigga when I made him hold a box

Fuck 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 niggas 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 nigga