9 A.M. in Dallas

Yeah, uh, yeah These are my one St. Thomas flows Me and my niggas 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 Fine dining, pour another another glass when the wine is low I'm in the crib stackin' money from here to the ceilin' Whatever it is I got is clearly appealin' These other rappers gettin' that inferior 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 I'm just out here reppin' us 'Til I get to shake the hand of the man that's blessin' us Yeah, I know these niggas miss the mean lyrics Kush got the room smellin' like teen spirit I asked kindly if no-one out here would bring defeat 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 I'mma make sure that that women is the next one on my list I should call it a night but fuck it I can't resist This one is for all my niggas from my city tryin' to diss Without a response from me you really fail to exist And I love to see you fail that feelin' there is the shit I swear, aghh pussy nigga get your bread up Enjoy the seat that the stewardess 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 Chase N. Cash that's my brother from the Surf Club Damn that nigga 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 fuckin' all the bitches 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 I'm the one that they just picked To write a chapter in history this shit has got me sick But if I really do it don't expect to get a split 'Cause this truly is some shit I don't expect y'all to get I'm nervous but I'mma kill it, 'cause they 'bout to let the realest team in Throwin' up in a huddle nigga Willie Beamen We're still throwin' touchdown passes In tortoise frame glasses, hopin' that someone catch it People say that old Drake, we startin' to miss it But they need to be a little more specific Man is this what y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker impression Ducking your questions, fuck your suggestions Money gets all of my love and affection Cars all black like the cover of Essence I'm allergic to coming in second but I never sneeze Y.M.O.E. nigga, yeah This want y'all want Octobers Very Own Young Money ATF Thank Me Later in this bitch wasssup Free Weezy in this bitch wassup June 15th in this bitch wassup