Artist: Rick Ross f/ Lil Wayne Album: God Forgives, I Don't Song: 9 Piece Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com {M-M-M-M-Maybach Music} [Rick Ross - Intro] (Lil Wayne) RUH!...(YMCMB) RUH!.. As I look around, we the only niggaz with that A1 Perico UHH! [Chorus: Rick Ross] I'm smokin dope, I'm on my cell phone I'm sellin dope, straight off the iPhone He wanna quote, he talkin nine zones He bought fo', I front him five mo' Nine piece, straight eight balls MJG, bitch I got +8-Balls+ Nine piece, straight eight balls MJG, bitch I got +8-Balls+ [Rick Ross] Suave House, still independant Distribution Mexican, he still sendin No contract, take my word send a hundred packs bitch, them my birds (Uhhhhhh!!) Shoe box, no shoes in 'em in the two seater, me and two women (RO-SAY!) No Def Jam, went solo (solo!) Took the custy's prices so low [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] It's Lil Tunechi...Waddup doe? I’Äôm talkin white girl -- Marilyn Monroe And I can get 'em for the Sweet 16 HARD dope, call it HD flat-screen Fuck outta here, yo' shit water-whipped you got that tan dope, look like a Florida bitch Automatic leave 'em dead in the living room Get it~? Leave 'em dead in the +living+ room Fuck all these niggaz and tell them bitches to kiss my ass I put that pistol to his head and tell that nigga to have a blast FUCK you mean?! I’Äôm talkingkeys like Ray Charles Rack 'em up, pool table full of 8-balls Yah! [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Soft white, I got that G-mix! I'm goin gold, crumbs to the bricks (Uh!) I'm on the road, let's buy some NEW whips Trick a hundred hoes, spend a few chips (RO-SAY!) Nine piece, straight eight balls.. Bitch I'm blowin up like napalm (Whoo!) Gotcha bottom bitch goin A.W.O.L. Niggaz lookin at cha like you fell off NO SIR -- NOT ME! (NOT ME!) I'm double platinum just like my Ferrari Bullet proof, nigga Teflon Why you snortin that? That shit stepped on [Chorus]