CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Nines X Lines
808 Mafia
For these hoes, I ain’t got time (damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (yee hee, sock it to me)
All- all this money on my damn mind (sh*t, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (God damn, God damn, yee hee)
Playin’ my position (sh*t)
Trappin’ all, winnin’ (sh*t)
Could’ve bought a Bentley (sh*t)
Black 650 (yee hee)
Never had a job (sh*t)
All I know is mob (sh*t)
Countin’ hella bands (sh*t)
Gettin’ hella top (aye)
Ride through the block (okay)
Crack in my socks (okay)
Tryna dodge cops (yee hee)
I’m shuttin’ down shop (sh*t)
n***as got it hot (aye, aye, aye)
Pyrex pot (damn)
Turn it into rock (aye)
Hammer never stop (yee hee)
Twenty for my clock (sh*t)
That’s a Rollie watch (yee hee)
Donuts in the drop (aye, aye, aye, yee hee)
I’m on a highspeed (f**k)
I’m runnin’ three narks (sh*t)
I’m traffin’ the white (yee hee)
I’m not a rap star (aye, aye, aye)
For these hoes, I ain’t got time (damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (yee hee, sock it to me)
All- all this money on my damn mind (sh*t, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (God damn, God damn, yee hee)
For these hoes, I ain’t got time (damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (yee hee, sock it to me)
All this money on my damn mind
She do it all the time
She a bad b*t*h, far from average, but she a liar
Hoe, you fire
Switchin’ lanes, bought another chain
Cuban link
Got damn, that was ten G’s
b*t*h, please
I’m Chef Larry
My wrist game on fleek
I- I- I can’t sleep
Ain’t goin’ broke, I gotta eat
I’m paranoid
I think somebody watchin’ me
I got one dream
And that’s to make it out these streets
Top shelf marijuana (aye)
Turn the [...]into a sauna (aye)
All-black when I’m mobbin’ (yee hee)
Ghost ride, go to Target (aye, aye, aye)
Punk b*t*h, I’ve been hifey (damn)
Broke n***as wanna rob me (damn)
Ride around with the rocket (bop)
Make a hater change [...]
For these hoes, I ain’t got time (damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (yee hee, sock it to me)
All- all this money on my damn mind (sh*t, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (God damn, God damn, yee hee)
808 Mafia
For these hoes, I ain’t got time (damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (yee hee, sock it to me)
All- all this money on my damn mind (sh*t, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (God damn, God damn, yee hee)
Playin’ my position (sh*t)
Trappin’ all, winnin’ (sh*t)
Could’ve bought a Bentley (sh*t)
Black 650 (yee hee)
Never had a job (sh*t)
All I know is mob (sh*t)
Countin’ hella bands (sh*t)
Gettin’ hella top (aye)
Ride through the block (okay)
Crack in my socks (okay)
Tryna dodge cops (yee hee)
I’m shuttin’ down shop (sh*t)
n***as got it hot (aye, aye, aye)
Pyrex pot (damn)
Turn it into rock (aye)
Hammer never stop (yee hee)
Twenty for my clock (sh*t)
That’s a Rollie watch (yee hee)
Donuts in the drop (aye, aye, aye, yee hee)
I’m on a highspeed (f**k)
I’m runnin’ three narks (sh*t)
I’m traffin’ the white (yee hee)
I’m not a rap star (aye, aye, aye)
For these hoes, I ain’t got time (damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (yee hee, sock it to me)
All- all this money on my damn mind (sh*t, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (God damn, God damn, yee hee)
For these hoes, I ain’t got time (damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (yee hee, sock it to me)
All this money on my damn mind
She do it all the time
She a bad b*t*h, far from average, but she a liar
Hoe, you fire
Switchin’ lanes, bought another chain
Cuban link
Got damn, that was ten G’s
b*t*h, please
I’m Chef Larry
My wrist game on fleek
I- I- I can’t sleep
Ain’t goin’ broke, I gotta eat
I’m paranoid
I think somebody watchin’ me
I got one dream
And that’s to make it out these streets
Top shelf marijuana (aye)
Turn the [...]into a sauna (aye)
All-black when I’m mobbin’ (yee hee)
Ghost ride, go to Target (aye, aye, aye)
Punk b*t*h, I’ve been hifey (damn)
Broke n***as wanna rob me (damn)
Ride around with the rocket (bop)
Make a hater change [...]
For these hoes, I ain’t got time (damn, oh my God, yeah, baby)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (yee hee, sock it to me)
All- all this money on my damn mind (sh*t, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I grab my .9, then she do a line (God damn, God damn, yee hee)
808 Mafia
