A 9ine Poem Lyrics

Uh yeah

Yeah Yeah

I got a lot going on

That money good living wrong

(Pew Pew)

Bro let it blow, it hurt my soul but I ain't even show it

Finger fucking cash, its telling me it love me

I fucked that ho that used to dub me

I let LV treat me like a dummy

She see me up can't get none from me

I see SRT's in my dreams

AMG's in my dreams

With this cash became a feign

I close my eyes and seen something green

I think she see pinks on me, she like "sing a song to me"

Someone put that drink on me, without that cup I can't-

I don't give a fuck bout these hoes I get all of that

Told her "I don't give a fuck bout you ho" she say don't call her that

She tell me bout her past she look at me like I ain't know bout that

She thought I would care, she ask me "like can I hold a rack?"

Nope

But you can give throat

Told her I don't walk no more I float

And in my city I think I'm the G.O.A.T

These ain't even songs bitch they notes

She said I'm a star I'm like "I know"

But it feel like these niggas don't want me to blow

Cause if I get bread, Ima take the whole loaf

These ain't even songs no more they poems

Told them I need racks in my palms

I'm having money dreams I can't control them

Niggas that's fuckin' with me I don't know them (blessings)

I can't stop going hard I'm stuck in my mode

Know friends that turned into foes

She bring her friends I'm fucking all four

Lil fye nigga from head 2 my toe

I got a lot going on

That money good living wrong

(Pew Pew)

Bro let it blow, it hurt my soul but I ain't even show it

Finger fucking cash, its telling me it love me

I fucked that ho that used to dub me

I let LV treat me like a dummy

She see me up can't get none from me

(yeah yeah)