9 to 5 lyrics

[Verse 1]
Know a dude with a lotta money, he's a crook
Made a buck off e-datin', had mama shook
If I see a n*gga with my b*tch, I won't even look
4PF better sign me, half them n*ggas crooks (Reuel, stop playin')

[Bridge]
Goin' to 4PF, oh my God
Can you fly the hook back in, Juug?

[Verse 2]
I don't even sell right, if I made no bands
I'll rob the whole Gucci store and make it a trend
Every time I smoke weed, put me in a trance
My last b*tch was evil, she ain't have no bands
Every time I smoke weed, put me in a trance
My abuela was a witch, she knew what
The b*tch disrespect me, I'ma slap the b*tch
Sittin' just right with the felons, I'ma rob 'em up
If I catch a opp lackin', I'ma shoot 'em up
How you broke but got no money?
I got all the bands, all the strippers wanna dance, I got—

[Verse 3]
I'll slap a n*gga 'til he listen
Don't care if the case is open, is the n*gga snitchin'?
Don't care if the b*tch did her hair
I'ma pull the tracks out
I'ma put the racks out
I'ma blow her back out
I'ma pull 'em out, roast a n*gga
I know n*ggas in my city workin' 9-to-5's
Workin' nine-to-five's
Workin' nine-to-fi—