99
Miami, Miami, Miami
The jeans got the Number Nine
And your bitch getting wetty like summer time
That bitch know me, I don't like to lie
But I had to keep it 99
Had to hit 'em with a heh
Had to hit 'em with the sunshine
Big stacks, I ain't counting dimes
I want diamonds 'round my neck so they fly
Money on me, and my mind
Yeah, on my bitch too
.45 shots leave 'em bleeding
Get lil' bro a tissue
Just told my baby, "I miss you"
"I'm tryna fuck you and kiss you"
I heard they talkin' whatever
Promise you it's not an issue
Heh
They think I'm playing when I say I don't give a fuck
Huh? you been bad on the bird, I'ma get yo ass plucked
I put bro on
Did me dirty like a hoe would
You did it so wrong
Your ass gon' end up with no one
No bills, no hunnids
Dick rida' you a blood sucka'
Pop y'all too quick
I'll catch all 'em bodies I don't give 'bout two shits
Yeah, ride in that zoom
'Boutta go zoom, zoom
Straight to the moon, moon
Up to the moon
The jeans got the Number Nine
And your bitch getting wetty like summer time
That bitch know me, I don't like to lie
But I had to keep it 99
Had to hit 'em with a heh
Had to hit 'em with the sunshine
Big stacks, I ain't counting dimes
I want diamonds 'round my neck so they fly
Money on me, and my mind
Yeah, on my bitch too
.45 shots leave 'em bleeding
Get lil' bro a tissue
Just told my baby, "I miss you"
"I'm tryna fuck you and kiss you"
I heard they talkin' whatever
Promise you it's not an issue
The jeans got the Number Nine
And your bitch getting wetty like summer time
That bitch know me, I don't like to lie
But I had to keep it 99
Had to hit 'em with a heh
Had to hit 'em with the sunshine
Big stacks, I ain't counting dimes
I want diamonds 'round my neck so they fly
Money on me, and my mind
Yeah, on my bitch too
.45 shots leave 'em bleeding
Get lil' bro a tissue
Just told my baby, "I miss you"
"I'm tryna fuck you and kiss you"
I heard they talkin' whatever
Promise you it's not an issue
Heh
They think I'm playing when I say I don't give a fuck
Huh? you been bad on the bird, I'ma get yo ass plucked
I put bro on
Did me dirty like a hoe would
You did it so wrong
Your ass gon' end up with no one
No bills, no hunnids
Dick rida' you a blood sucka'
Pop y'all too quick
I'll catch all 'em bodies I don't give 'bout two shits
Yeah, ride in that zoom
'Boutta go zoom, zoom
Straight to the moon, moon
Up to the moon
The jeans got the Number Nine
And your bitch getting wetty like summer time
That bitch know me, I don't like to lie
But I had to keep it 99
Had to hit 'em with a heh
Had to hit 'em with the sunshine
Big stacks, I ain't counting dimes
I want diamonds 'round my neck so they fly
Money on me, and my mind
Yeah, on my bitch too
.45 shots leave 'em bleeding
Get lil' bro a tissue
Just told my baby, "I miss you"
"I'm tryna fuck you and kiss you"
I heard they talkin' whatever
Promise you it's not an issue
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Writer(s): Gwen Campbell
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