Bond Money (feat. Wavee & Cecil eX)

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