Lyrics:
I be outside with the clique
Really really out here, ugh
I be outside with your chick
With yo, with yo wifey, ugh
I'm counting up this paper (Yup)
(Hook)
Young nigga i feel like nip cause i double up
I think them niggas mad they cant fuck with us
I be in the cut gettin paper cuts
And when that
the hell I fix my paper up off breakin' them vacuum seals
I just made a lil' extra, I just text him, this the last one in
Wakin' up on time, hit the trap
up dead disrespect our bond
They ain't there when you need them that's why I don't take my calls
I'm chasing paper these niggas be phony that lame shit
When I walk in I establish I'm the man, look me in my eyes I ain't tryna shake no hands, I'm tryna talk about that paper in them bands
When I walk
free
Fresh outta jail, fire up the tree
In my bond receipt
Shout-out to the port huron police
Keep my piss clean
Smoke strong like creatine
Cranapple
investment
We bout to drop some knowledge on y'all
Dollas, Green, Skrilla, Beans
Paper, Gees, Sulz? n B's?
Interest rates too good to pass up
Don't be
my heart
I'd vent about the way I fell from swimming with the sharks
My mom was always working, so our bond was stripped and ripped apart
Ain't no
Imma need more champagne
NIGGA Bond
Black James Bond, feelin' like King Kong
Wiz Khalifa with the reefer in the bong
Jet ski to the beach with
trips
I want to sail the Bahamas
On my own cruise ships
I want acres of land
I want papers in hand
I want stocks and bonds
All pros no cons
Hey
bond
Can't afford no fuckin' lawyer now a nigga on the run
My family helpess no time to be selfish
Too many tragedies almost left me breathless
and doze to pros got called
by the po-po, save it for the phone doe
Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal
Took a chill, but I still
too attractive
Real nigga shit, no acting
Pull up right now and show man crashing
Listen up man, it's simple
I get my paper up
Slice a man for
Star chaser, I know I'm one of a kind
Bar placer, can't catch me if you tried
Heartbreaker, heart with the girl in my mind
Stuffed paper, I'm ashing
Aiyyo what about the hoes? (Hoes?)
Yeah you know, the hoes
This is for the nappy hoes, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Yeah, word is bond
All the hoes that want
holdin' what kind of steel I got
False alarms, tattoos all across my arms
Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms
Check that, taking this paper
with words"
And that's because my word is bond, lyrics are laws
Sucker MC's look at me like I'm friggin' eye sore
Verse 2: Posdnuos
Heere comes
day, I wake up, I'm chasin'
That paper, robbin', killin' niggas
Sellin' these drugs
Dirty soda, baby, I drink on mud
Did this for the killers
hesitations
Boochie Boochie money long, he got 20 cars
Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds
Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show
They know
the hood regurgitating
And everybody watching, thinking that you made it
The truth is for a few designer labels and a little bit of paper
Now you twelve
bout my paper like a mu'fuckiin' scratch n' win
World series attitude, champagne bottle life
Nothing ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow night
'bout my paper like a motherfuckin' scratch-and-win
World Series attitude, champagne bottle life
Nothin' ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow night
Ain't tryin to stay in this life for too long
You tellin me that I'm bound to lose, but you wrong
I'm too strong, plus me and my team's got a true bond
ain't no love in these Philly Streets
Every corner couple killers meet
Old friends become new enemies
Make sure that paper comes direct to me
Cause
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