JAMES BOND

(Hey, yuh, hey master, master never what you thought it was, hey)

Yuh, Hey

Master, master never what you thought it was

And pass the grass, they call me the exotic plug

The master tactics, fuck that bitch up on the rug

I'm fanning, laughing, hundreds like I paid the bond, aye

I told that bitch she need to bundle up

I covered up the Cookie smell with the Saint Laurent, aye

I told that bitch I need to hit a run

I'm rolling up that three.5 in the Bottle Blondes, aye

I told her"Baby can you see the sun?"

She out here moving undercover like she James Bond, aye