9/10 Lyrics

Got your baby moving

Shades on me, I'm grooving

Bands on me keep growing

Demons hate me flowing

Demons hate me flowing

Yea

Nine to ten niggas ain't rolling like that

Nine to ten jewels I just copped from the cat

Nine to ten nights keep that pussy so wet

Nine to ten L's, damn my brain is all wack

Nine to ten o'clock I'm ready to dance

Nine to ten hours, I need the advance

Fuck all them feelings when you tryna be the man

I'm not a businessman, I'm just business

Man

Fire in the hole, the sun is in my hands

Red all in my chakra, nine tails in my veins

Flashing through the night, the last you see is bright

That dim in the light is Cassius knocking out your lights

Walking that 8 mile, I'm slim in my own style

Not shady with your file, the truth make you last awhile

I got to stay moving, I can't be a fucking tile

I died already once, just counting nine, never ten

Who the fuck said I can't come back, damn

Beating the odds with all my squad, damn we just rock

(Damn we just rock)

Who the fuck said my fans don't dance, huh

Got your baby moving

Shades on me, I'm grooving

Bands on me keep growing

Demons hate me flowing

Smoke all the steam that it's shooting a beam all the way to the stars where the angels could see

Always seeking guidance from the higher power

Not a power tower, only happy hour

Wake up everyday to getting that cream

Baby just love when she raining on me

Fuck niggas wanna be smoking for free

Hating ass nigga this smoke is for free

Nine to ten niggas ain't rolling like that

Nine to ten jewels I just copped from the cat

Nine to ten nights keep that pussy so wet

Nine to ten L's, damn my brain is all wack

Nine to ten o'clock I'm ready to dance

Nine to ten hours, I need the advance

Fuck all them feelings when you tryna be the man

I'm not a businessman, I'm just business

Man

Fire in the hole, the sun is in my hands

Red all in my chakra, nine tails in my veins

Flashing through the night, the last you see is bright

That dim in the light is Cassius knocking out your lights

Walking that eight mile, I'm slim in my own style

Not shady with your file, the truth make you last awhile

I got to stay moving, I can't be a fucking tile

I died already once, just counting nine, never ten (oh shit)

Who the fuck said I can't come back, damn (what, what, what)

Beating the odds with all my squad, damn we just rock

(Damn we just rock)

Yo, who the fuck said my fans don't dance, huh (I can't dance)

Got your baby moving

Shades on me, I'm grooving

Bands on me keep growing

Demons hate me flowing

Demons hate me flowing