Greedy Money - f** Em lyrics

[Hook] Label told me not to drop a tape, f** 'em P.O. told me not to leave the state, f** 'em f** 'em f** 'em [Verse 1] Young n***a, you got a nine, you're doing fine Your dawg down, front him an ounce, I can see you tryin' I respect your grind 252, I respect the 9 And I know 9 n***as jellin', 3 of them tellin' I got 9 n***as with me, 8 of them are felons 9 fresh off the slab Tell 'em f** it, gon' front you the whole half p**y cat n***as, they got 9 lives So I'ma try to k** 'em 9 times Shout out to n***as on the block and the b**hes in beauty shops With rollers in their head, their n***as off in the fed Collectin' every calls, send pictures and writin' letters And makin' every visit, y'all the realest b**hes ever, 100, 100 [Interlude] See n***as don't get it, my n***a, like, n***as talkin' 'bout they want a bad b**h, say a street n***a need a real b**h, you know what I'm sayin'? Ho you gon' go through somethin', n***a took you on 9 trips to 9 countries, ran through 9 hundred thou. And a n***a locked up for 9 days and a b**h gone. Damn [Verse 2] These b**hes temporary, my hustle necessary One thing about me and a ho, I ain't never worried 99 problems, 1 issue them folks'll lynch you You on the court and you ball and them feds'll come and bench you forreal Indite you, 25 life you, forreal My homie told me not to cross the plug, but f** him We're down bad, I told him what it was, so f** it f** 'em f** 'em My album drop, it may not sell a record, but f** it k** a n***a, make them hoes respect it, f** it f** it f** it