Drake - 9AM in Dallas lyrics

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Drake - 9AM in Dallas lyrics

[Verse] These are my One St. Thomas flows Me, my n***as and some Madonna hoes That look just like virgins but trust they down to go Discussing life and all our common goals Smart kids that smoke weed, honor roll Look how the champagne diamonds glow Fine dining pour another gla** when the wine is low I'm in the crib stacking money from here to the ceiling Whatever it is I got, it's clearly appealing These other rappers getting that inferior feeling I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual healing Take a look at yourself, the mirror's revealing If you ain't got it, you ain't got it the theory is brilliant People ask how music is going, I heard it pays I just came off making two million in 30 days Damn, "I guess it does" is what the message was Sometimes I feel I be spending my money just because With Weezy I'm just out here repping us 'til I get to shake the hand of the man that's blessing us Yeah, I know these n***as miss the mean lyrics Kush got the room smelling like teen spirit I ask kindly if no one out here would bring defeat up Until I lose, for now I'm the game's single leader I fly private so no one tells me to bring my seat up And book a suite where me and your favorite singer meet up Who you like, tell me who it is I'mma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list I should call it a night, but f** it I can't resist This one is for all the n***as from my city trying to diss Without a response from me you really fail to exist And I love to see you fail, that feeling there is the sh** I swear, p**y n***a get your bread up Enjoy the seat that the stewardess just forced your a** to let up Why your scary a** looking down, pick ya head up No one told you your disguise was the most ridiculous get-up? With nose-plugs in now, I can smell the set-up So you just wasting your time, you only making me better, yeah I try to tell them don't judge me because you heard stuff Chase N. Cash that's my brother from the Surf Club Damn, that n***a always kept it so hood Back when we would smoke good at the Oakwoods And have girls fall through like coins in the couch Now we just f**ing all the b**hes they warned us about Scared for the first time, everything just clicked What if I don't really do the numbers they predict? Considering the fact that I'm the one that they just picked To write a chapter in history, this sh** has got me sick But if I really do it don't expect to get a split Cause this truly is some sh** I don't expect for y'all to get I'm nervous but I'mma k** it cause they 'bout to let the realest team in Throwing up in the huddle n***a, Willie Beamen But still throwing touchdown pa**es In tortoise frame gla**es, hopin' that someone catch it People say that old Drake, we startin' to miss it But they need to be a little more specific Is this what y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker impression Ducking your questions, f** your suggestions Money gets all of my love and affection Cars all black like the cover of Essence I'm allergic to coming in second but I never sneeze Y.M.O.E. n***a, yeah [Outro] Uh, yeah, this what yall want Octobers Very Own Young Money ATF Thank me later in this b**h wa**sup Free Weezy in this b**h wasup June 15th in this b**h wasup Noel That's it Ahhhhhh