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money ain't a thing - nines lyrics

[intro]
(zino records, hahahaha)

[chorus: roy woods]
ridin’ with them tings
ridin’ through, dash on ’em, switchin’ both lanes
came from the bottom, now it’s money ain’t a thing
pounds stackin’ up till i’m snappin’ rubber bands
runnin’ to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can
feel like the flyest n*gga up in motherland
we like peter pan, tell god can never land
laugh f*ckin’ haters, i’ma do it all again
with the gang and my family, all we do is win

[verse 1: nines]
remember when me and likkle t were broke (remember those days)
now i give all the drug dealers hope (i inspire n*ggas)
break them off, they’re always asking for more
let’s go, i sell bricks fam, you can’t get a draw, let’s go
fam, your chain look glass like your jaw
i gave out samples on tour (trap star sh*t)
now all these haters want a [?]
cah i just hopped a house with my trainers to live in
i’m a rabbit with the stick (yeah)
if i’m mackin’ your chick
she’ll be gone when i spoil her like the back of my whip (yeah)
b*tches come around, now he’s actin’ out of character
and i could tell them cali packs came from canada (know the difference)
fam, i’m still on the block, i ain’t a pop star (out here)
all the crackheads love me, i’m a rockstar
can’t park anywhere, i’m worried ’bout a tracker
i bring my youngens wireless to rob your favourite rapper
it’s nines

[verse 2: nines]
don’t compare me to them dirty n*ggas (nah)
i make more than crack dealers and i flip green (yeah, yeah)
of course i made mills before my thirties, n*gga
i was wearin’ rollies at sixteen
me and midgy, we up, that’s a quarter mill
slipped up, now i gotta watch her take the morning pill
lookin’ like a footballer in these whips i drive (yeah)
i was wearin’ rm’s and they was sixty*five
all these n*ggas here, when i was broke, they weren’t around (yeah)
i coulda been in top boy but i turned it down (sully and them man)
uh, my whole body lookin’ froze (sub*zero)
after my show, we got a lobby full of hoes, uh
i used to sell packs in the pouring rain (out here)
when it comes to this trap sh*t, i’m hall of fame (harlesden legend)
she see the stars in my roof now she miss me
b*tch, my new car’s bulletproof, i come like 50

- nines lyrics

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