“9 Piece” by Rick Ross featuring T.I. is a dynamic hip-hop track with a catchy piano-driven beat. The song’s confident verses explore themes of success and luxury, showcasing the distinctive styles of both artists. The collaboration and energetic vibe make it a notable addition to Rick Ross’ catalog. Check out the Rick Ross 9 Piece Lyrics and Video here…
Rick Ross 9 Piece Lyrics
M-M-M-Maybach Music Huh YMCMB Huh As I look around We the only niggas with that A1 Perico Huh
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone He want a quote, he talking 9 zones He bought 4, I front him 5 more 9 piece, straight 8 balls MJG, bitch, I got 8 balls 9 piece, straight 8 balls MJG, bitch, I got 8 balls
Suave House, still independent Distribution Mexican, he still sendin’ No contract, take my word Send a hundred packs, bitch, them my birds Shoe box, no shoes in ’em In the two seater, me and two women No Def Jam, went solo Took your custy’s, prices so low
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone He want a quote, he talking 9 zones He bought 4, I front him 5 more 9 piece, straight 8 balls MJG, bitch, I got 8 balls 9 piece, straight 8 balls MJG, bitch, I got 8 balls
It’s Lil’ Tunechi, what up though? I’m talkin’ white girl, Marilyn Monroe And I can get ’em for the sweet 16 Hard dope, call it HD flat screen Fuck outta here, your shit water whipped You got that tan dope, look like a Florida bitch Automatic leave ’em dead in the livin’ room Get it? Leave ’em dead in the livin’ room Fuck all these niggas, and tell them bitches to kiss my ass I put that pistol to his head and tell that nigga to have a blast Fuck you mean? I’m talking ki’s like Ray Charles Rack ’em up, pool table full of 8 balls, yeah
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone (yeah) I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone (yeah) He want a quote, he talking 9 zones (yeah) He bought 4, I front him 5 more (huh) 9 piece, straight 8 balls (yeah) MJG, bitch, I got 8 balls (yeah) 9 piece, straight 8 balls MJG, bitch, I got 8 balls
Soft white, I got that G-mix (huh) I’m going gold, crumbs to the bricks (huh) I’m on the road, lets buy some new whips Trick a hundred hoes, spend a few chips (Rozay) 9 piece, straight 8 balls (huh) Bitch, I’m blowin’ up like napalm (woo) Got your bottom bitch going AWOL (woo) Nigga’s looking at ya like you fell off (woo) No sir, not me (not me) I’m double platinum just like my Ferrari (hhuh) Bulletproof, nigga Teflon (Teflon) Why you snortin’ that? That shit stepped on (yeah)
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone (yeah) I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone (yeah) He want a quote, he talking 9 zones (yeah) He bought 4, I front him 5 more 9 piece, straight 8 balls (yeah) MJG, bitch, I got 8 balls (yeah) 9 piece, straight 8 balls MJG, bitch, I got 8 balls (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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