Santana 9ine - A 9ine Poem

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)

Written by:
Donovan Dreighton

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