Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?

Nine9 made it!

I'm in Y-S-L with the gang

For my jeans, I just spent the 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 wit' the dreads

I got A-D-H-D, 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 ****, 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 Louis V

My wristband Louis 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

Skrrt, skrrt, in that Beamer, even though it's a S-U-V

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' Y-S-L, 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

Wit' the gang, with my ****, bitch, you know we gon' tweak