9 Piece - Rick Ross feat. Lil Wayne

Huh

YMCMB

Huh

As I look around, we the only niggas with that A1 Perico

Huh

I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone

I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone

He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones

He bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls

MJG bitch I got 8 balls

9 piece, straight 8 balls

MJG bitch I got 8 balls

Suave House, still independent

Distribution Mexican, he still sending

No contract, take my word

Send a hundred packs, bitch, them my birds

Shoe box, no shoes in 'em

In the 2-seater, me and 2 women

No Def Jam, went solo

Took the custy's price so low

It's Lil Tunechi, what up doe?

I'm talking white girl; Marilyn Monroe

And I can get 'em for the sweet 16

Hard dope, call it HD Flat screen

Fuck outta here, your shit water whipped

You got that tan dope, look like a Florida bitch

Automatic leave 'em dead in the living room

Get it? Leave 'em dead in the living room

Fuck all these niggas and tell them bitches to kiss my ass

I put that pistol to his head and tell the nigga to have a blast

Fuck you mean I'm talking keys like Ray Charles

Rack 'em up, pool table full of 8 balls

Soft white, I got that G-mix

I'm going gold, crumbs to the bricks

I'm on the road, lets buy some new whips

Trick a hundred hoes, spend a few chips

9 piece, straight 8 balls

Bitch I'm blowing up like napalm

Got your bottom bitch going AWOL

Nigga's looking at ya like you fell off

No sir, not me

I'm double platinum just like my Ferrari

Bullet proof nigga Teflon

Why you snorting that, that shit stepped on