Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?
Baby girl, I just want the swag
Get this money, I'ma get to the bag
Pop out the cut like a motherfuckin' ad
I get cash so I know these hoes mad
I'm the motherfuckin' dad
Finna cop the X6, and you still in that Jag
Two-thousand four, but it go too fast
I'm-I'm a happy ass nigga
I ain't lookin' at no tag
I not smokin' no Zig-Zags
Your bitch like me over you, it's okay
I'ma roll up this Backwood
I'm the hood Santa Claus, in a foreign
I got 'bout twenty-five roaches
Only thing I disobey is the rules
That shit lame i like doin' what I
Want 'cause I do it everyday
Like a motherfuckin' portal
I don't fuck with the steroids
I was trappin' on my Android
They act like I won't get annoyed
You can't tell if I'm unemployed
You would probably think I'm paranoid
Geeked up, you would think a nigga paranoid
Countin' cash, movin' fast, paranoid
Geeked up, you would think a nigga paranoid