Number 9 Don Toliver

[Intro]
Oh, oh-oh
Playa, playa, playa
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh

[Chorus]
She match that Saint Laurent with the number 9 (uh huh)
Shawty super fine (yeah), she one of a kind
She match that Louis bag (uh huh) with the truies on that ass
She got a Gucci rag (uh huh) with the red bottoms to match
She match that Saint Laurent with the number 9 (uh huh)
Shawty super fine (yeah), she one of a kind
She match that Louis bag (uh huh) with the truies on that ass
She got a Gucci rag (uh huh) with the red bottoms to match

[Verse 1]
I got the base thumping, jumping aw yeah (alright)
Camo on my body with that .30, oh yeah (grrrrr)
I'ma run the city, bet a hundred on you (we betting)
I'ma, I'ma hit the hoes and get thе money, oh yeah (smash smash)
I'm taking you home (uh huh)
I know I'm in thе club (uh huh)
But I can't stay too long (uh huh)
They want me out the picture (uh)
They want me dead and gone (uh)
You look like Nia Long
Give a dog a bone (uh huh)
Surfin's what I'm on
I'm mix it with the gas (alright)
There ain't no goin' wrong (uh huh)
I stay up in my zone and the kicks Vlone
Bust out the frame hit the gas and I'm gone
Shawty wanna hit and a sip of patron