No. 9 Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, uh-yeah

I walk out that store, yeah, with all the bags (all the bags)

Huh I pour up that lean, I ain't been moving fast (I ain't been moving too fast)

Bitch I pop my shit, I ain't even gotta brag (gotta brag)

I ain't going fed, I'm finna do that dash (I'm finna do that dash)

I just pulled ten thousand out in all cash (all cash)

She asked if I'm cool, I said, check my swag (check my swag)

I'm rolling off the molly, I can't wait to crash (ah-yeah)

I could never be broke, I can't deal with that (ah-yeah)

Off a pill up til' the morning, I fuck that bitch when I'm horny (when I'm horny)

He made like all of those songs, but still can't tell a story (can't tell)

Miss my love that was my shorty, push the gas, yeah, I been flooring

Just like all my cars and my clothes, yeah, I like 'em foreign

I'm gettin' use to ten thousand for a show (ten thousand)

I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout that dough (if it ain't 'bout the money)

I just wanna take that bitch shopping at Melrose (on Melrose)

And you can check all the numbers, but I'm still undefeated

I walk out that store, yeah, with all the bags (all the bags)

Huh I pour up that lean, I ain't been moving fast (I ain't been moving too fast)

Bitch I pop my shit, I ain't even gotta brag (gotta brag)

I ain't going fed, I'm finna do that dash (I'm finna do that dash)

I just pulled ten thousand out in all cash (all cash)

She asked if I'm cool, I said, check my swag (check my swag)

I'm rolling off the molly, I can't wait to crash (ah-yeah)

I could never be broke, I can't deal with that (ah-yeah)