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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nines
Nines
Vocals
Trapstar Toxic
Trapstar Toxic
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jagraj Bains
Jagraj Bains
Composer
Alastair O'Donnell
Alastair O'Donnell
Lyrics
Courtney Freckleton
Courtney Freckleton
Songwriter
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Dave Turner
Dave Turner
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Adam Lunn
Adam Lunn
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JB Productions
JB Productions
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Lyrics

Zino REcords Used the hustle in the rain, When nothing was the same Tryna get this money I don't give a fuck about the fame Should be chilling with my chick but a nigga gotta a flip Ate my breakfast, Lunch and my dinner on the strip Used to ask mums can I go out to play I weren't chilling with niggas my age I was selling haze When they started selling tickets I was trafficking the Yay Don't be mad at me we got the same hours in a day Cos I pull up new chain looking crazy In that 9-11 Bruce Wayne couldn't race me Could be chilling with stretch out in Hollywood But I'm tryna build the slums up I'm the modern day Robin Hood Show me a spot I'll set up a crop in 5 minutes My nigga Skrapz looking like Popeye on spinach Asked a video chick how much you charge honey She said 5 bills that shit better come with sucky sucky It's Nines We up, I said we up Got a publishing deal spend that money on a re-up 15 keys of that pretty Mona Lisa Now there's nittys on the strip and there tryna get a picture We up, I said we up Got a publishing deal spend that money on a re-up 15 keys of that pretty Mona Lisa Now there's nittys on the strip and there tryna get a picture Hustle on demand If I buy it I get it gone I'm in a whip but I'm tailing my nigga he got the grub I came up off 7 grams, my nigga Nina put that in my hands 4 draws that's the re-up the rest you stack Fast forward lines blowing Dave Chappelle with half baked I came home prices up like the doors on i8's Wrist hurting from this whipping gave that grub a migraine Line blowing so much I left that shit on vibrate I can tell you bout them mad nights And I can tell where my aim was stack this bread up But that re-up didn't match right 30K on me I had feds up on my rear side How Ironic that I almost got them same numbers but in years time Fresh home back up stay on my chase Nina always told me stack for a rainy day now I'm safe Jewels still in my safe 5 figures no likkle change These bitches all want a taste I'm getting head in this range Let's go
Writer(s): Courtney Freckleton, Alastair Joseph O'donnell, Jagraj Singh Bains Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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