Cover art for 9 Figures by Bigg Vu

9 Figures

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Apr. 10, 20181 viewer

9 Figures Lyrics

Hook:
Bank account with 9 figures
Pretty hoes with fine liquors
White Horse every night
And the drug that gets my mind deeper

Verse 1:
Day one I was growing up on a barbetta seat
Then
One day I’ll be rolling in a new maserati
And
21inches on rim-, all black, in the back, just next to the Mc-Laren
Cadillac full cream on blast, fall back kuz I rap brings back Lenon John

One day we’ll cast away
On private jet, talk bout yesterday
No I don’t hate the past
It just I don’t want those days to last
I
Dreaming of feeling on premium leathers on top of a phantom seat
Haha
Been drinking and thinking bout how can I reach to the top of this

White man rich
Playing my card right like a Pac’s song
Till I’m white man rich
Raising the stock price
Right when I got on my
“Wise-man speech” mode
Yeah, this is that Walls street shit
Cocaine ready when the boss insists
No pain, flip game when the loss increase
Yeah
Ain’t nothing new, like Jadakiss
Truthfully Maybe I will bang Taylor Swift in Taylor’s Swift Suzuki
And
I might get sued, for saying that, but they might get used to me
Like “Man, It’s just that dude, that’s what he does, I hate him too, but he got a”

Hook:
Bank account with 9 figures
Pretty hoes with fine liquors
White Horse every night
And the drug that gets my mind deeper

Verse 2:

What’s Up? Pull up to the club in a BMW
Fully customized
Haha
Full cup, double cup, drink up with some kush in mind
Ha
Hold up, I don’t think that you get what I just imply
Fucking stupid rich, fuck yo bitch, supermodel let me nut inside
Yeah

OK, OK
Was working too hard with no pay uh
No way, no way
How Bigg blowing up that’s so cray cray uh
Wanna hear me talking, just pay me
Mama used to drive me on a Spacey
Now she only rolling in Mercedes
Feeding family she’s on it daily

Got a blood of hustler, money on my mind
Grind like I’m out of luck
Now, Old girl want to call me up
(Broot)
Guess what? I ran out of fuck

If you want sum fuck, now you gotta pay
Speaking all that rubbish then got away
Don’t wanna to interrupt but I gotta say
Being left behind is suck, but I could not stayyyy

Yeah
Speak on this topic
Dad, I’ve been keeping it high on these profit
Lowest profile on the market
Head in the game, you know I’m | making progress

Like father like son
That’s what they say when I get their shit done
Yeah, I learned how to run
Before I could walk, so you can see me stunt with a

Hook:
Bank account with 9 figures
Pretty hoes with fine liquors
White Horse every night
And the drug that gets my mind deeper

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April 10, 2018
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