Bond No.9 Lyrics

Trip, Goof, Goonies

Get to the money, get to a bag

Get to a hundred, then a million cash

Boss up your life, turn up your swag

Fuck these niggas hoes and make these fuck

niggas mad Niggas so janky, boy, they bought that jelly roll

He got caught with that blammy and I bet he told The law all about the joogs and the coke sold

You're going down, down, baby, on that Nelly flow

Slide through in a Rover like it's country grammar Sippin' on a drink, codeine in my fanta

Yo, I had a spizzle jumpin and you was stealin' pampers

Had that dirty money stuffed in a dirty hamper It's time to do the laundry, so I started rappin

Thirteen years old, the time I started trappin'

Had to get that paper like my sister's baby daddy

Mama always told me, son, do what makes you happy

Get to the money, get to a bag

Get to a hundred, then a million cash

Boss up your life, turn up your swag Fuck these niggas hoes and make these fuck niggas mad

Smelling like cash and bond number nine Get into a bag, that's my nine to five

Full-time job, that's stayin' alive You was on your ass, dawg, I was on my grind

He probably workin' with them people, with them people

He probably workin' with them people, with them people

He probably workin' with them people, with them people

He probably workin' with them people, with them people

I was off the porch, you was in the house You was gettin' fronted, I was cashin' out

them hoes, you was textin', I was straight smashing

Them plans, you buddy hustled with, yo, my niggas lashed him

I got right out, nigga, and shot right past him

Now they tryna count my pockets, cause they can't fathom

They'll really be sick once they see that Phantom

Playin' with some money, broke bitches can't stand him

Boss nigga too cocky and my wrist rocky

Ho, I need some head ASAP, no Rocky

Slump guy shit, cause my cups stay muddy

If I don't nod off and fuck, then a bitch lucky

Get to the money, get to a bag

Get to a hundred, send a million cash

Boss up your life, turn up the swag

Fuck these niggas hoes and make these fuck niggas mad

Smellin' like cash and buying bond number nine

Gettin' to a bag, that's my nine to five

Full-time job, that's stayin' alive

You was on your ass, dawg, I was on my grind

He probably workin' with them people, with them people

He probably workin' with them people, with them people

He probably workin' with them people, with them people

He probably workin' with them people, with them people