Master P

Master P - Bond Money lyrics

rate me

All of my niggas like pistols

Money are stacking my Lego

I need to break thrill

Go to the money an it’s been great

We got that bond money

Surly call that bond money

We go and square the bond money

We gotta go with bond money

Nigga I tell ‘em to take all the thrill

Taking the thrill, I’ll taking the drop

I’m telling that one, I’m taking the truck

I’m telling that one, I’m taking the truck

I’m telling that one, I’m taking the truck

Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up wait

They cuffin a nigga, they cuffin a nigga

But nigga we straight

Manipulate money we throwing the shit up and they face

He laughing at DA MAD CUZ WE ain’t got a case

Everything I have my niggas throw the shit away

My bitch drown it and I’m blowing

I’ll be back motherfucker, I am here to stay

I got bond money bitch, I can find money

Bad bitches wanted to the cold house with all m money

I can flip a pill, sell a zipp to a killer

Done for bad for a hundred bitch, free my nigga

Got the sticks on me, bitch turn I trick zone

Gotta get out of jail, doing for the bog homie

Got it bad for the lain, fuck in house, ain’t loyal

Nigga talikin shit bitch I am Tom Sawyer

Money talk chickens work right

Now we got that bond money

Ooh we get that bond money

We going to the bond money

Nigga I’m telling not taking the joke

Telling this joke I take it to …

I’m telling the joke, not taking along

I’m telling the joke, not taking along

I drop ten cake when that stay there

About forth rastel and cake

Every day thank to your D I can count …

Do you open the face and be great on

…and still bunch your head

New house bill for the plan let me guess your new man

From had not, to had a lot

No spinning round to the hand around

It’s what I learn from my big homie

We lost three point three …

Holly way we ain’t banging, if I’m on the road then I get now

Don’t gang bang but if I’m feeling now, I blew it all, then caught a think

And no real homie

Got my city lock on my city lean

I don’t need a deal I don’t master pie

It’s been a fifty with no limit

It’s my house and you in it

This rally hit from those money

See the break tricks is on

Free mister big, that’s real life street nigga will be on brought money

What up look like ever fucking with a snitch

If I had to leave this man, dealer speech

Ball me in the car if you hit the switch

Play with my bag money in the snitch

Now we got that bond money

Ooh we get that bond money

We going to the bond money

Nigga I’m telling not taking the joke

Telling this joke I take it to …

I’m telling the joke, not taking along

I’m telling the joke, not taking along

Bond money

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