(Yeah)
I haven't been like this in a long time
(Hell yeah)
This a little something for you guys
To make you feel
Blessed
You're my ride or die
'Lil baby you cannot buy
F*ck your bitch, 5 to 9
While working a 9 to 5
'Lil bitch at the party
Bitch lets get it started
Bitch I'm 'boutta slide
(Yeah, yeah)
People try take from me
But baby girl you can't
They said I couldn't do it
Turned around and now I can
I got brothers in Daytona
And a side piece in Deland
Hate on me and call me names
Don't come back when you're a fan
20 bitches, 3 glocks, dracos
Pussy ass 'hittas like Daniel Defalco
F*cking on your bitch got a dime
I ain't wasting time
All these bitches and these hoes
All these people talking loads
All these wanna be gangsters talking right inside their homes
And It's gated
I'm with Beazley, getting faded
Wanna be, faded
Gotta be, faded
Wanna be, faded
So are you 'tryna be, faded
I'm like Rodman on the Pistons
John getting wicked
He's a hero I'm the villain
Loving money It's addicting
Stand on business niggas sitting
He's a actor quit pretending
Blow his head off brain suspended
Undefeated we stay winning
9 to 5, 9 to 5
I don't need one when I'm selling micros
Cruising in my whip strapped with a draco
Yelling, "f*ck Daniel Defalco"
I don't need no friends
This shit ain't pretend
I don't need no ticket (nah)
I'm the main event
And if my bitch act up
Ima smack her like I'm Bentz
And when that nigga got no aim
Best call him Carson Wentz
It's done, It's finished
His heads deplenished
Fat Cash, We in it
You're my ride or die
'Lil baby you cannot buy
F*ck your bitch, 5 to 9
While working a 9 to 5
'Lil bitch at the party
Bitch lets get it started
Bitch I'm 'boutta slide
(Yeah, yeah)
People try take from me
But baby girl you can't
They said I couldn't do it
Turned around and now I can
I got brothers in Daytona
And a side piece in Deland
Hate on me and call me names
Don't come back when you're a fan
20 bitches, 3 glocks, dracos
Pussy ass 'hittas like Daniel Defalco
F*cking on your bitch got a dime
I ain't wasting time
All these bitches and these hoes
All these people talking loads
All these wanna be gangsters talking right inside their homes
And It's gated
I'm with Beazley, getting faded
Wanna be, faded
Gotta be, faded
Wanna be, faded
So are you 'tryna be, faded
(Ha, ha, ha)
(9 to 5, 9 to 5)
Yeah
FatCash - 9-5 Lyrics
FatCash - 9-5 Lyrics
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English
(Yeah)
I haven't been like this in a long time
(Hell yeah)
This a little something for you guys
To make you feel
Blessed
You're my ride or die
'Lil baby you cannot buy
F*ck your bitch, 5 to 9
While working a 9 to 5
'Lil bitch at the party
Bitch lets get it started
Bitch I'm 'boutta slide
(Yeah, yeah)
People try take from me
But baby girl you can't
They said I couldn't do it
Turned around and now I can
I got brothers in Daytona
And a side piece in Deland
Hate on me and call me names
Don't come back when you're a fan
20 bitches, 3 glocks, dracos
Pussy ass 'hittas like Daniel Defalco
F*cking on your bitch got a dime
I ain't wasting time
All these bitches and these hoes
All these people talking loads
All these wanna be gangsters talking right inside their homes
And It's gated
I'm with Beazley, getting faded
Wanna be, faded
Gotta be, faded
Wanna be, faded
So are you 'tryna be, faded
I'm like Rodman on the Pistons
John getting wicked
He's a hero I'm the villain
Loving money It's addicting
Stand on business niggas sitting
He's a actor quit pretending
Blow his head off brain suspended
Undefeated we stay winning
9 to 5, 9 to 5
I don't need one when I'm selling micros
Cruising in my whip strapped with a draco
Yelling, "f*ck Daniel Defalco"
I don't need no friends
This shit ain't pretend
I don't need no ticket (nah)
I'm the main event
And if my bitch act up
Ima smack her like I'm Bentz
And when that nigga got no aim
Best call him Carson Wentz
It's done, It's finished
His heads deplenished
Fat Cash, We in it
You're my ride or die
'Lil baby you cannot buy
F*ck your bitch, 5 to 9
While working a 9 to 5
'Lil bitch at the party
Bitch lets get it started
Bitch I'm 'boutta slide
(Yeah, yeah)
People try take from me
But baby girl you can't
They said I couldn't do it
Turned around and now I can
I got brothers in Daytona
And a side piece in Deland
Hate on me and call me names
Don't come back when you're a fan
20 bitches, 3 glocks, dracos
Pussy ass 'hittas like Daniel Defalco
F*cking on your bitch got a dime
I ain't wasting time
All these bitches and these hoes
All these people talking loads
All these wanna be gangsters talking right inside their homes
And It's gated
I'm with Beazley, getting faded
Wanna be, faded
Gotta be, faded
Wanna be, faded
So are you 'tryna be, faded
(Ha, ha, ha)
(9 to 5, 9 to 5)
Yeah
I haven't been like this in a long time
(Hell yeah)
This a little something for you guys
To make you feel
Blessed
You're my ride or die
'Lil baby you cannot buy
F*ck your bitch, 5 to 9
While working a 9 to 5
'Lil bitch at the party
Bitch lets get it started
Bitch I'm 'boutta slide
(Yeah, yeah)
People try take from me
But baby girl you can't
They said I couldn't do it
Turned around and now I can
I got brothers in Daytona
And a side piece in Deland
Hate on me and call me names
Don't come back when you're a fan
20 bitches, 3 glocks, dracos
Pussy ass 'hittas like Daniel Defalco
F*cking on your bitch got a dime
I ain't wasting time
All these bitches and these hoes
All these people talking loads
All these wanna be gangsters talking right inside their homes
And It's gated
I'm with Beazley, getting faded
Wanna be, faded
Gotta be, faded
Wanna be, faded
So are you 'tryna be, faded
I'm like Rodman on the Pistons
John getting wicked
He's a hero I'm the villain
Loving money It's addicting
Stand on business niggas sitting
He's a actor quit pretending
Blow his head off brain suspended
Undefeated we stay winning
9 to 5, 9 to 5
I don't need one when I'm selling micros
Cruising in my whip strapped with a draco
Yelling, "f*ck Daniel Defalco"
I don't need no friends
This shit ain't pretend
I don't need no ticket (nah)
I'm the main event
And if my bitch act up
Ima smack her like I'm Bentz
And when that nigga got no aim
Best call him Carson Wentz
It's done, It's finished
His heads deplenished
Fat Cash, We in it
You're my ride or die
'Lil baby you cannot buy
F*ck your bitch, 5 to 9
While working a 9 to 5
'Lil bitch at the party
Bitch lets get it started
Bitch I'm 'boutta slide
(Yeah, yeah)
People try take from me
But baby girl you can't
They said I couldn't do it
Turned around and now I can
I got brothers in Daytona
And a side piece in Deland
Hate on me and call me names
Don't come back when you're a fan
20 bitches, 3 glocks, dracos
Pussy ass 'hittas like Daniel Defalco
F*cking on your bitch got a dime
I ain't wasting time
All these bitches and these hoes
All these people talking loads
All these wanna be gangsters talking right inside their homes
And It's gated
I'm with Beazley, getting faded
Wanna be, faded
Gotta be, faded
Wanna be, faded
So are you 'tryna be, faded
(Ha, ha, ha)
(9 to 5, 9 to 5)
Yeah
Writer: Bradd Humphrey
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