Cancion : Rick James
Artista : Nines
Album : One Foot In
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[Intro: Nines]
Zino Records
Ha ha ha ha ha!
This is why I'm wiling the video
Zino Records
[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 this 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 my 
pinky 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 man we right the fuck back on naby. We right the fuck back on when I get Sonny. It's gonna Be bus...
[Bridge: 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 a 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 lewels, but clearly they missed It
Feds on to me I had to move base
You say you fly birds, but your stacks thinner than a shoe lace
[Outro]
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


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