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Aye, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard? Nine9 made it I'm in YSL with the gang For my jeans, I just spent a whole thing I can take your bitch by a blink I love weed, we together, yeah, we sync Used to wear my Cuban link, now I got VV's in my chain I'm not worried 'bout no bitch, nor am I worried 'bout a lame Bein' broke or bein' sad, that's two things I can't claim Finna hop up in this 'Rari, y'all can travel by them trains My Beamer all white, Selena Gomez Bitches run they mouth, y'all be some whole feds Braids in my hair, I don't fuck with the dreads I got ADHD but I don't take meds Only thing I care about is gettin' straight to the bread You don't gotta listen or give a fuck 'bout what I said 'Cause as long as I get money, you know I'ma get ahead I'm a young rich nigga, you a broke boy instead Gas get you so high, you can't remember me Saint Laurent on my jeans, I know you envy me, uh When I'm smokin' on this dope, I lose my energy, uh I be flexin' way too hard, my wristband Louie V My wristband Louie V, part of my accessory I'm the hood dispensary, I smoke dope, fuck Hennessy Walk out the spot and you know I'm finna be flee, uh Letras de cancionesSkrt, skrt, in that beamer, even though it's a SUV I don't really give a damn if you fuck with me I just wanna get this money, I just wanna do me I keep buyin' YSL, yeah, it stay with me Fell in love with them hundreds, man, I know you can see Fell in love with designer, put the Coach on my feet Bitch, you know I get money, I ain't buyin' nothing cheap And I'm flexin' so hard, flexin' now as I speak With the gang, with my niggas, bitch, you know we gon' tweak From Letras Mania