9AM In Dallas - Drake

Lyrics by：A. Graham/M. Samuels/M. Burnett

Composed by：A. Graham/M. Samuels/M. Burnett

Yeah oh yeah

These are my One St. Thomas flows

Me my niggas and some Madonna h*es

That look just like virgins but trust they down to go

Discussing life and all our common goals

Smart kids that smoke w**d honor roll

Look how the champagne diamonds glow

Fine dining pour another glass when the wine is low

I'm in the crib stacking money from here to the ceiling

Whatever it is I got it's clearly appealing

These other rappers getting that inferior feeling

I hope you feel it in your soul spiritual healing

Take a look at yourself the mirror's revealing

If you ain't got it you ain't got it the theory is brilliant

People ask how music is going I heard it pays

I just came off making two million in thirty days

Damn I guess it does is what the message was

Sometimes I feel I be spending my money just because

With Weezy I'm just out here repping us

Till I get to shake the hand of the man that's blessing us

Yeah I know these niggas miss the mean lyrics

Kush got the room smelling like teen spirit

I'd ask kindly if no one out here would bring defeat up

Until I lose for now I'm the game's single leader

I fly private so no-one tells me to bring my seat up

And book a suite where me and your favorite singer meet up

Who you like

Tell me who it is

I'ma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list

I should call it a night but **** it I can't resist

This one is for all the niggas from my city trying to diss

Without a response from me you really fail to exist

And I love to see you fail that feeling there is the ****

I swear p***y nigga get your bread up

Enjoy the seat that the stewardess just forced your a*s to let up

Why your scary a*s looking down pick ya head up

No-one told you your disguise was the most ridiculous get-up

With nose-plugs in now I can smell the set-up

So you just wasting your time you only making me better yeah

I try to tell them don't judge me because you heard stuff

Chase N. Cash that's my brother from the Surf Club

Damn that nigga always kept it so hood

Back when we would smoke good at the Oakwoods

And have girls fall through like coins in the couch

Now we just ******* all the ******* they warned us about

Scared for the first time everything just clicked

What if I don't really do the numbers they predict

Considering the fact that I'm the one they just picked

To write a chapter in history this **** has got me sick

But if I really do it don't expect to get a split

'Cause this truly is some **** I don't expect for y'all to get

I'm nervous but I'ma kill it 'cause they 'bout to let the realest team in

Throwing up in the huddle nigga Willie Beamen

But still throwing touchdown passes

In tortoise frame glasses hopin' that someone catch it

People say that old Drake we startin' to miss it

But they need to be a little more specific

Man is this what y'all want

In my best Chris Tucker impression

Ducking your questions **** your suggestions

Money gets all of my love and affection

Cars all black like the cover of Essence

I'm allergic to coming in second but I never sneeze

Y.M.O.E. nigga yeah

Oh oh yeah this what y'all want

October's Very Own

Young Money

ATF

Thank me later in this ***** what's up

Yeah oh Free Weezy in this ***** what's up

Yeah June 15th in this ***** what's up

Noel that's it ah