9AM In Dallas

Yeah uh yeah

These are my one St Thomas flows

Me and my n-ggas and some madonna hoes

That look just like virgins but trust they down to go

Discussin' life and all our common goals

Smart kids that smoke weed, honor roll

Look how the champagne diamonds flow

Find dining, pour another another glass when the wine is low

Im in the crib stackin' money from here to the ceilin'

Whatever it is I got is clearly appealin'

These other rappers gettin' at it very you feelin

I hope you feel it in your soul spiritual healin'

Take a look at yourself the mirror's revealin'

If you ain't got it you ain't got it the theory is brilliant

People ask how music is goin' I heard it pays

I just came off makin' 2 million in 30 days

Damn I guess it does what the message was

Sometimes I feel I be spendin' my money just because

But weezy im just out here reppin' us

Till I get to shake the hand of the man that's blessin' us

Yeah, I know these n-ggas miss the mean lyrics

Kush got the room smellin' like teen spirit

I asked kindly if no-one out here would bring there feet up

Until I lose for now I'm the game's single leader

I fly private so no-one tells me to bring my seat up

And book a suite when me and your favorite singer meet up

Who you like, tell me who it is

Imma make sure that that women is the next one on my list

I should call it a night but f-ck it I can't resist

This one is for all my n-ggas from my city tryin to diss

Without a responce from me you really fail to exist

And I love to see you fail that feelin' there is the sh-t

I swear, aghh p-ssy n-gga get your bread up

Enjoy the seat that the steward just forced your ass to let up

Why your scary ass lookin' down pick your head up

No-one told you your disguise is the most ridiculous gettup

With nose plugs in now I can smell a set up

So your just wastin your time your just only makin me better

Yeah I try to tell them don't judge me because you heard stuff

Chasin' cash that's my brother from the surf club

Damn that n-gga always kept it so hood

Back when we would smoke good

At the oakwoods

And have girls fall through like coins in a couch

Now we just f-ckin all the b-tches they warned us about

Scared for the first time everything has clicked

What if I dont really do the numbers they predict

Considerin the fact that im the one that they just picked

To write a chapter in history this sh-t has got me sick

Lyrics courtesy of www.Killerhiphop.com

But if I really do it dont expect to get a split

Cause this truly is some sh-t I don't expect you all to get

Im nervous but im about to kill it cause they about to let the realist team in

Throwin up in a huddle n-gga Willie beamin

Were still throwin touchdown passes

And tore his frame glasses

Hopin that someone catch it

People say that oh drake we started to miss it

But they need to be a little more specific man is this what yall want?

And my best chris tucker impression

Ducking your questions

F-ck your suggestions

Money gets all of my love and affection

Cars all black like the cover of essence

I'm allergic to comin in second

But I never sneeze

N-gga YMOE n-gga yeeah

Uh, yeah, this want yall want

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