Nines X Lines

[Intro]

808 Mafia

[Chorus]

For these hoes, I ain’t got time (damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)

I grab my .9, then she do a line (yee hee, sock it to me)

All- all this money on my damn mind (shit, aye, aye, aye, aye)

I grab my .9, then she do a line (God damn, God damn, yee hee)

[Verse 1]

Playin’ my position (shit)

Trappin’ all, winnin’ (shit)

Could’ve bought a Bentley (shit)

Black 650 (yee hee)

Never had a job (shit)

All I know is mob (shit)

Countin’ hella bands (shit)

Gettin’ hella top (aye)

Ride through the block (okay)

Crack in my socks (okay)

Tryna dodge cops (yee hee)

I’m shuttin’ down shop (shit)

Niggas got it hot (aye, aye, aye)

Pyrex pot (damn)

Turn it into rock (aye)

Hammer never stop (yee hee)

Twenty for my clock (shit)

That’s a Rollie watch (yee hee)

Donuts in the drop (aye, aye, aye, yee hee)

I’m on a highspeed (fuck)

I’m runnin’ three narks (shit)

I’m traffin’ the white (yee hee)

I’m not a rap star (aye, aye, aye)

[Chorus]

For these hoes, I ain’t got time (damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)

I grab my .9, then she do a line (yee hee, sock it to me)

All- all this money on my damn mind (shit, aye, aye, aye, aye)

I grab my .9, then she do a line (God damn, God damn, yee hee)

For these hoes, I ain’t got time (damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)

I grab my .9, then she do a line (yee hee, sock it to me)

All this money on my damn mind

[Verse 2]

She do it all the time

She a bad bitch, far from average, but she a liar

Hoe, you fire

Switchin’ lanes, bought another chain

Cuban link

Got damn, that was ten G’s

Bitch, please

I’m Chef Larry

My wrist game on fleek

I- I- I can’t sleep

Ain’t goin’ broke, I gotta eat

I’m paranoid

I think somebody watchin’ me

I got one dream

And that’s to make it out these streets

Top shelf marijuana (aye)

Turn the [...]into a sauna (aye)

All-black when I’m mobbin’ (yee hee)

Ghost ride, go to Target (aye, aye, aye)

Punk bitch, I’ve been hifey (damn)

Broke niggas wanna rob me (damn)

Ride around with the rocket (bop)

Make a hater change [...]

[Chorus]

For these hoes, I ain’t got time (damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)

I grab my .9, then she do a line (yee hee, sock it to me)

All- all this money on my damn mind (shit, aye, aye, aye, aye)

I grab my .9, then she do a line (God damn, God damn, yee hee)

[Outro]

808 Mafia