Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 9AM in Dallas , by - Drake. Release date: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
9AM in Dallas |
| These are my One St. Thomas flows |
| Me, my niggas and some Madonna hoes |
| That look just like virgins but trust they down to go |
| Discussing life and all our common goals |
| Smart kids that smoke weed, 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 30 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 |
| 'til 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 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’mma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list |
| I should call it a night, but fuck 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 shit |
| I swear, pussy nigga get your bread up |
| Enjoy the seat that the stewardess just forced your ass to let up |
| Why your scary ass 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 fucking all the bitches 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 that they just picked |
| To write a chapter in history, this shit has got me sick |
| But if I really do it don’t expect to get a split |
| Cause this truly is some shit I don’t expect for y’all to get |
| I’m nervous but I’mma 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 |
| Is this what y’all want? |
| In my best Chris Tucker impression |
| Ducking your questions, fuck 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 |
| Uh, yeah, this what yall want |
| Octobers Very Own |
| Young Money |
| ATF |
| Thank me later in this bitch wasssup |
| Free Weezy in this bitch wasup |
| June 15th in this bitch wasup |
| Noel That’s it Ahhhhhh |