Bond Money ft. Wavee & Cecil eX Lyrics

Yeah, uh, uh

I'm ridin' 'round with my seat back

Windows down and that beat slap

My drink poured, my trees packed

That C4, my heat packed

Got a bad bitch with no visa, she stay callin' me Papi

I let her know I don't need her

Only ring she get when she call me

That's big pimpin' in my DNA

USB full of UGK

Young, wild, and I'm thuggin' bitch

Day I stop is when I see the grave

I swear my life like a VMA

When the credits roll, only see my name

No assists on my buckets bitch

Learned on my own how to be the man

With the gang, and we all on some player shit

Gold chain let it hang so it swang a bit

Sipping on something muddy, as LaBrea Pits

Bitch I ball, all day long, on my Lakers tip

With the gang, and we all on some player shit

Gold chain let it hang so it swang a bit

Sipping on something muddy, as LaBrea Pits

Bitch I ball, all day long, on my Lakers tip

Feel like '08 Wayne, no mask and cape

This for my dogs that passed away

This for my homies that trapped in cages

I pour vossi on floor, they can have a taste

I promised you all there'd be better days

Been keeping it peaceful, they're still afraid

Not taking no breaks

Boy I been eating, just scraping the the plate

Stuffing my face

Chewing up features, still stuck in my ways

I'm stuck with the gang

And they stuck on the same shit

Whatever it takes, steady getting them Franklins

Lincolns and Reagans whenever they make em

Whipping out knots as thick as Potato

Hand me the beat and I'm handing out halos

Same ol, same ol

Same ol, yeah, yeah

With the gang, and we all on some player shit

Gold chain let it hang so it swang a bit