9 Figures lyrics

[Verse 1: Chymeezy]
I’ma slide with my n*ggas, we on the backstreet
All these groupie ass b*tches tryna get at me
I don’t beef on the gram, so don’t try to at me
Because the person you running just like an athlete
What we whipping today [?]
Running plays up in Dallas like Tony Romo
Man, I’m tired, we ain’t given them any promos

[Chorus: Chymeezy]
They put a deal on the table, I told ‘em “No, no”
So when I finally touch a mill’, I flip it to nine figures
Take the money out the bank, and split it with my n*ggas
You ain’t bringing in the bag, you can’t split [?] wit’ cha
Lil’ baby out of mine, come spend the dime with ya

[Verse 2: Heembeezy]
Whеn we bounced out on they block, I did my dougiе
I just cracked a b*tch off OnlyFans, she might just f*ck me
You gotta put it in my hand, b*tch you can’t just love me
b*tch, Ion even trust you, you ain’t gotta trust me
All that tough talking got ‘em put on a headstone
He turn to a gangster, must be the music in his headphones
Ion know what you thought, lil’ dude, but you ain’t that
Will yo’ homies slide if we turn you to a hashtag?
How you broke but on your ass, I can’t get past that
n*ggas itchin’ for some blood, but he pulled a Ruger out
n*ggas wanna go to war, okay let’s bring the shooters out
Lock your doors, ‘cause the block is finna get super loud
Have you ever been down on your di*k like “What now?”
Then turned nothing into something, like we finna make it out
I’m [?] go to school, but I chose the paper route
I’m a risk-taker, I ain’t finna take the safe route
[Chorus: Chymeezy]
So when I finally touch a mill’, I flip it to nine figures
Take the money out the bank, and split it with my n*ggas
You ain’t bringing in the bag, you can’t split [?] wit’ cha
Lil’ baby out of mine, come spend the dime wit’ cha
So when I finally touch a mill’, I flip it to nine figures
Take the money out the bank, and split it with my n*ggas
You ain’t bringing in the bag, you can’t split [?] wit’ cha
Lil’ baby out of mine, come spend the dime wit’ cha