Tweak

(Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?)
(Nine9 made it)

I'm in YSL with the gang
For my jeans I just spent the whole thing
I can take your bitch by a blink
I love weed, we together, yeah, we sync
Used to wear my Cuban link
Now I got VVs in my chain
I'm not worried 'bout no bitch nor
Am I worried about a lame
Bein' broke or bein' sad
That's two things I can't claim

Finna hop up in this 'Rari
Y'all can travel by them trains
My Bimmer all white, Selena Gomez
Bitches run their mouth
Y'all be some whole feds braids in my hair
I don't fuck with the dreads
I got ADHD but I don't take meds
Only thing I care about is
Gettin' straight to the bread
You don't gotta listen or give a
Fuck 'bout what I said

'Cause as long as I get money
You know I'ma get ahead
I'm a young rich nigga
You a broke boy instead
Gas get you so high you can't remember me
Saint Laurent on my jeans, I know you envy me
(Uh) when I'm smoking on this dope
I lose my energy (Uh)

I be flexin' way too hard
My wristband Louis V
My wristband Louis V, part of my accessory
I'm the hood dispensary
I smoke dope, fuck Hennessy
Walk out the spot and you
Know I'm finna be flee (Uh)
Skrrt, skrrt in that Bimmer even
Though it's an SUV

I don't really give a damn
If you fuck with me
I just wanna get this money
I just wanna do me
I keep buyin' YSL, yeah, it stay with me
Fell in love with them hundreds, man
I know you can see

Fell in love with designer
Put the Coach on my feet
Bitch, you know I get money
I ain't buyin' nothin' cheap
And I'm flexin' so hard
Flexin' now as I speak
With the gang, with my niggas, bitch
You know we gon' tweak