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Aye, Nine9 really kickin' shit, 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 motherfuckin' ad I get cash so I know these hoes mad Flexin' too hard, I'm the motherfuckin' dad Finna come back [?], and you still in that Jag 2004 but it go too fast I remember talkin' shit, what the fuck is a match? I'm a happy ass nigga, 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 bitch 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 shit lame I like doin' what I want 'cause I do it everyday Used to walk in the trap like a motherfuckin' porta Flexin' too hard, I don't fuck with the steroids Trapped out nigga, I was trappin' on my Android Bitches talk too much, they act like I won't get annoyed Still gettin' checks, you can't tell if I'm unemployed Letras de cancionesI be so focused, you would probably think I'm paranoid Paranoid, paranoid Geeked up, you would think a nigga paranoid Par-Paranoid, paranoid Countin' cash, movin' fast, paranoid Geeked up, you would think a nigga paranoid Paranoid, paranoid From Letras Mania