Aye, Nine9 really kickin' sh**, you heard?
Nine9 made it!
I just want the swag
Baby girl, I just want the swag
Get this money, I'ma get it till the bag
Pop out the cut like a motherf**in' ad
I get cash so I know these hoes mad
Flexin' too hard, I'm the motherf**in' dad
Finna come back [?], and you still in that Jag
2004 but it go too fast
I remember talkin' sh**, what the f** is a match?
I'm a happy a** n***a, I ain't goin' out sad
I got too much money, I ain't lookin' at no tag
I get high off Backwoods, I not smokin' no Zig Zags
Your b**h like me over you, it's okay
I'ma roll up this Backwood with no rolling tray
I'm the hood Santa Claus, in a foreign, not a sleigh
I got 'bout twenty-five roaches sittin' in my ashtray
Only thing I disobey is the rules, that sh** lame
I like doin' what I want 'cause I do it everyday
Used to walk in the trap like a motherf**in' porta
Flexin' too hard, I don't f** with the steroids
Trapped out n***a, I was trappin' on my Android
b**hes talk too much, they act like I won't get annoyed
Still gettin' checks, you can't tell if I'm unemployed
I be so focused, you would probably think I'm paranoid
Paranoid, paranoid
Geeked up, you would think a n***a paranoid
Par-Paranoid, paranoid
Countin' cash, movin' fast, paranoid
Geeked up, you would think a n***a paranoid
Paranoid, paranoid