I ain't playing with these niggas
Keep A foot on they neck
I'm the news around here
So I don't ever get pressed
Taking pictures with my swishers
In my left hand
These pussy niggas
They ain't with you
You get left man
Aye, shout out to my niggas on 9th street
I feel in love with money so we all eat
And it stay on '97 cause it's all heat
I been burning up the city with these damn beats
Yeah, rest in peace to Staci
So put one in the air
I know you and Walter
Chilling up heaven somewhere
Shout out Granny shout out Nunu
Shout out Man-man
Isleydayoungin told me run up every damn band
You won't catch me slipping
Got to come up for the fam bam
I just sent something Jordan
That's my man fam
Yeah
Invest in my niggas
We just get bigger
On the way to the top
We not gon stop
See
Balling is a habit
We see it, we gotta have
They ain't never give us nothing
So nigga we had to grab
Bout my paper
Bout my green
My dough
About my cabbage
That's the type of shit that turned
T Towns into a savage
Yeah
Shut ya mouth
And put some money up
And I promise
I ain't friendly
To that funny stuff
I'm just looking for the cream
I need it double stuffed
And bring my niggas out the city
And they coming up
Yeah, Yeah
I ain't playing with these niggas
Keep A foot on they neck
I'm the news around here
So I don't ever get pressed
Taking pictures with my swishers
In my left hand
These pussy niggas
They ain't with you
You get left man
Aye, shout out to my niggas on 9th street
I feel in love with money so we all eat
And it stay on '97 cause it's all heat
I been burning up the city with these damn beats
Dizz & Corey James - 9th Street (Intro) [feat. Monty Ferg] Lyrics
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I ain't playing with these niggas
Keep A foot on they neck
I'm the news around here
So I don't ever get pressed
Taking pictures with my swishers
In my left hand
These pussy niggas
They ain't with you
You get left man
Aye, shout out to my niggas on 9th street
I feel in love with money so we all eat
And it stay on '97 cause it's all heat
I been burning up the city with these damn beats
Yeah, rest in peace to Staci
So put one in the air
I know you and Walter
Chilling up heaven somewhere
Shout out Granny shout out Nunu
Shout out Man-man
Isleydayoungin told me run up every damn band
You won't catch me slipping
Got to come up for the fam bam
I just sent something Jordan
That's my man fam
Yeah
Invest in my niggas
We just get bigger
On the way to the top
We not gon stop
See
Balling is a habit
We see it, we gotta have
They ain't never give us nothing
So nigga we had to grab
Bout my paper
Bout my green
My dough
About my cabbage
That's the type of shit that turned
T Towns into a savage
Yeah
Shut ya mouth
And put some money up
And I promise
I ain't friendly
To that funny stuff
I'm just looking for the cream
I need it double stuffed
And bring my niggas out the city
And they coming up
Yeah, Yeah
I ain't playing with these niggas
Keep A foot on they neck
I'm the news around here
So I don't ever get pressed
Taking pictures with my swishers
In my left hand
These pussy niggas
They ain't with you
You get left man
Aye, shout out to my niggas on 9th street
I feel in love with money so we all eat
And it stay on '97 cause it's all heat
I been burning up the city with these damn beats
Keep A foot on they neck
I'm the news around here
So I don't ever get pressed
Taking pictures with my swishers
In my left hand
These pussy niggas
They ain't with you
You get left man
Aye, shout out to my niggas on 9th street
I feel in love with money so we all eat
And it stay on '97 cause it's all heat
I been burning up the city with these damn beats
Yeah, rest in peace to Staci
So put one in the air
I know you and Walter
Chilling up heaven somewhere
Shout out Granny shout out Nunu
Shout out Man-man
Isleydayoungin told me run up every damn band
You won't catch me slipping
Got to come up for the fam bam
I just sent something Jordan
That's my man fam
Yeah
Invest in my niggas
We just get bigger
On the way to the top
We not gon stop
See
Balling is a habit
We see it, we gotta have
They ain't never give us nothing
So nigga we had to grab
Bout my paper
Bout my green
My dough
About my cabbage
That's the type of shit that turned
T Towns into a savage
Yeah
Shut ya mouth
And put some money up
And I promise
I ain't friendly
To that funny stuff
I'm just looking for the cream
I need it double stuffed
And bring my niggas out the city
And they coming up
Yeah, Yeah
I ain't playing with these niggas
Keep A foot on they neck
I'm the news around here
So I don't ever get pressed
Taking pictures with my swishers
In my left hand
These pussy niggas
They ain't with you
You get left man
Aye, shout out to my niggas on 9th street
I feel in love with money so we all eat
And it stay on '97 cause it's all heat
I been burning up the city with these damn beats
Writer: Corey James
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