Nine lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, Geo got the bands, huh?

[Chorus]
My brother turn this sh*t up
She mad I don't give a f*ck
I'm in that Rolls-Royce truck
b*tch I just got a bag, "Wassup?"
I blow up, finna f*ck up the world
Grown ass man, but he act like a girl
Eliantte, my b*tch rockin' pearls
Pocket's lift, my money do curls
Pocket's lift, my money do sit-ups
I'm lightskin, but she call me, "That n*gga"
Let 'em think that they rich, but I'm richer
Walk inside, and they ask for a picture
Number (N)ine on my tee, cannot fit you
Rock designer on my fit, cost ya livin'
Money, I'm makin' grown man decisions
Seventeen, finna f*ck up the system

[Verse 1]
Uh, I'm finna hit a ho up on her Finsta
After I get her, f*ckin' her sister, oh
Rick Owen, my boots, my denim
Rеally like spendin', my sh*t expеnsive, oh
She wanna f*ck with me now, but I tell that ho, "You wasn't f*ck with me back then"
I made a mill' off a microphone, who would've knew I would be in a Aston?
Stop all that sh*t, why you askin'? Ho
I'm the type boy to pull up, break her back in
They know I ride with a ratchet, oh
Finna slide on that n*gga, then we dashin'
Don't give a f*ck 'bout the past sh*t, I'm on my bag sh*t, she be f*ckin' me with passion
My n*ggas don't f*ck with that kid, I'm on my dash sh*t, f*cked around, and get you slapped, b*tch
Seventeen, but I got so many sons
I walk around with my hand on my gun
Only get one chance, you f*ck up and your done
Passed her to the team, and you think she the one? (Woo)
Countin' them bands, so my Glock got a drum
Know that's your mans, we caught you when he run
I'm gettin' money, lil' b*tch are you dumb?
Uh, dumb, b*tch are you dumb?
[Verse 2]
I put a whole lot of money all up in the G65, I'ma floor it
They see that I'm goin' dummy, in the pen, they tryin' so hard to ignore it
Uh, huh, your bunny go slow like a tortoise
I'm with my brothers like Jonas
Don't got time for a b*tch, n*gga, I got to focus

[Chorus]
My brother turn this sh*t up
She mad I don't give a f*ck
I'm in that Rolls-Royce truck
b*tch I just got a bag, "Wassup?"
I blow up, finna f*ck up the world
Grown ass man, but he act like a girl
Eliantte, my b*tch rockin' pearls
Pocket's lift, my money do curls
Pocket's lift, my money do sit-ups (My money, my money, my money)
I'm lightskin, but she call me, "That n*gga" (My money, my money, my money)
Let 'em think that they rich, but I'm richer (My money, my money, my money)
Walk inside, and they ask for a picture (My money, my money, my money)
Number (N)ine on my tee, cannot fit you (My money, my money, my money)
Rock designer on my fit, cost ya livin' (My money, my money, my money)
Money, I'm makin' grown man decisions (My money, my money, my money)
Seventeen, finna f*ck up the system (My money, my money, my money)

[Outro]
My money, my money, my money
My money, my money, my money