Nines - Bars : SBTV lyrics

Hey yo, tag a friend cause nines is back again Could of went in the dragons den with my pad and pen But I've been flying ammo packs, whipping up the mad ting Sending b**hes kitchens into aspen I feel like a black James Bond when I'm sitting in the Aston All I do is fly birds, b**hes are distractions All them n***as hating, still ain't got the mansion I don't discriminate I judge a n***a by his actions Them man are browsing, me I just cop a pair Old money, grands sitting down like a rocking chair I ain't forgetting my roots Leave that skinny jean sh**, for them feminine youts Just copped my guy a ped, now I'm sending him shoots Had lemon in the panel like celebrity juice I ain't trying to end up back in the magistrates When I whip up, I make sure the [?] is straight I used to hustle when it's raining, customers complaining Now I come through in a Cayman like I'm on my way to training I ain't no footballer, I control the block Never slapped my n***a when I made him hold a box f** a molly ill catch a body try an spike me like louboutins Know I got it on me, with these diamonds and these Cubans on Watch when I bump into them cobras Little n***as watch your step, I spent five hundred on these loafers Thinking I'm a rapper until I run up on your soldiers Clap it I don't care if it was yungens or the olders I ain't lipping, I got the four fif And if my money was clean, me and Jazzy would of made the forbes list Twenty bricks inside the base Even if Roley made belts, I still wouldn't have no time to waste How could I ever put my faith in a girl? That's like trying to find an angel in hell Nines n***a