Re-Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Nines] Zino Records Ha ha ha ha ha! J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-JB on the roll [Verse 1: Nines] Used to hustle in the rain, When nothing was the same Tryna get this money I don't give a fuck about the fame Should be chilling with my chick but a nigga gotta a flip Ate my breakfast, Lunch and my dinner on the strip Used to ask mums can I go out to play I weren't chilling with niggas my age I was selling haze When they started selling tickets I was trafficking the Yay Don't be mad at me we got the same hours in a day Cos I pull up new chain looking crazy In that 9-11 Bruce Wayne couldn't race me Could be chilling with stretch out in Hollywood But I'm tryna build the slums up I'm the modern day Robin Hood Show me a spot I'll set up a crop in 5 minutes My nigga Skrapz looking like Popeye on spinach Asked a video chick how much you charge honey She said 5 bills that shit better come with sucky sucky It's Nines [Hook: JB] We up, I said we up Got a publishing deal spend that money on a re-up 15 keys of that pretty Mona Lisa Now there's nittys on the strip and there tryna get a picture We up, I said we up Got a publishing deal spend that money on a re-up 15 keys of that pretty Mona Lisa Now there's nittys on the strip and there tryna get a picture [Verse 2: Trapstar Toxic] Hustle on demand If I buy it I get it gone I'm in a whip but I'm tailing my nigga he got the grub I came up off 7 grams, my nigga Nina put that in my hands 4 draws that's the re-up the rest you stack Fast forward lines blowing Dave Chappelle with half baked I came home prices up like the doors on i8's Wrist hurting from this whipping gave that grub a migraine Line blowing so much I left that shit on vibrate I can tell you bout them mad nights And I can tell where my aim was stack this bread up but that re-up didn't match right 30K on me I had feds up on my rear side How Ironic that I almost got them same numbers but in years time Fresh home back up stay on my chase Nina always told me stack for a rainy day now I'm safe Jewels still in my safe 5 figures no likkle change These bitches all want a taste I'm getting head in this range Let's go [Hook: JB/Outro: Nines] We up, I said we up/My nigga just give the hustler's money Got a publishing deal spend that money on a re-up/That's it, 7 grams 15 keys of that pretty Mona Lisa/3 joints, the rest is stacked Now there's nittys on the strip and there tryna get a picture/You think [?] 5-0 and my nigga started flying We up, I said we up/[?] listening man Got a publishing deal spend that money on a re-up/Shoutouts to all my crop circle niggas 15 keys of that pretty Mona Lisa/Ice City going platinum baby Now there's nittys on the strip and there tryna get a picture