I'm on cloud nine like smoking on Apollo
If i think she bad, i hit her with the follow
Toting on my .nine, they all fall just like dominos
Counting all these racks, Got these Bills like it's Buffalo
He say that he ballin'
Then i hit him with the give and go
Bitch, i feel like Midas, cause i got the fucking golden glow
They all watchin' and they be like, "damn, he like Dynamo"
Don't got much to say, but i got a .9, it'll show
He don't wanna have beef, uh, yeah, fuck with me
Gotta be so discrete
Lay him out
And that's what i'm about
He in a fucking drought
Ballin' like i got scouts
That ain't what he about
I'm on cloud nine like smoking on Apollo
If i think she bad, i hit her with the follow
Toting on my .nine, they all fall just like dominos
Counting all these racks, Got these Bills like it's Buffalo
Lately, i've been floating into Outer Space
Kush in my lungs, it's my only get away
I got thick skin, but my thoughts don't go away
They been sleeping on the kid, man they need to wake
This ain't even it yet, man they need to wait
Imma need a Grammy, cause i know that i'm great
Bitch, i'm a young baller, cross 'em up like a lace
I'm on cloud 9 like smoking on Apollo
If i think she bad, i hit her with the follow
Toting on my .nine, they all fall just like dominos
Counting all these racks, Got these Bills like it's Buffalo
I'm on cloud 9 like smoking on Apollo
If i think she bad, i hit her with the follow
Toting on my 9, they all fall just like dominos
Counting all these racks, Got these Bills like it's Buffalo