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bond money - roadrunner tb, roadrunner savy & dee rogers lyrics

[intro: dee rogers]
(mike mixer is in the building)
hol’ on, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
(b*tch)

[verse 1: dee rogers]
my n*gga selling heroin, he’ll shoot you down for one gram (one gram)
he snipped a ten of this, he high as f*ck and he can’t come down (ten)
i pull up window tints, you better run, i roll that b*tch down
and we shoot at innocence, we hit yo’ man if you don’t come out

[chorus: dee rogers]
hol’ up, i got bond money (i got bond money)
b*tch, i got bond money (i got bond money)
hol’ up, i got bond money (i got bond money)
i got bond money

[verse 2: roadrunner savy]
yeah, f*ck yo’ dead homie, yeah (b*tch)
i keep lead on me (on god), yeah
b*tch, i’m from that five, you can see that red on me (yeah)
headshots from that 9, you can see the red on him
we turn beef to sloppy joe
turn your right*hand to a ghost

[verse 3: roadrunner tb]
ayy, trappin’, sellin’ heroin, greedy n*gga, i cut one gram
pull up in yo’ city, meet one l!ck and flood the whole town
thirty glocks with a thirty*thirty clips, bet they won’t come out
phone won’t let me get no sleep so, b*tch, i’m trappin’ ’til the sun out
[chorus: dee rogers & roadrunner tb]
hol’ on, i got bond money
b*tch, i got bond money
hol’ up, i got bond money
b*tch, i got bond money
hol’ on, i got bond money
b*tch, i got bond money
hol’ up, i got bond money
b*tch, i got bond money

[verse 4: dee rogers]
hol’ up, i can catch a body right now, boosie gon’ come and get it
and i ain’t gotta rap, i can jack or serve my subdivision (yeah)
and i’ma take ’em down by myself, don’t need no co*defendant
and i don’t pick or choose when crossing out, don’t care if i know the n*gga

[verse 5: roadrunner savy]
if i front this brick, it might just cost you your life
yeah, with all that d*ck*riding, i see you caught in the hype
my n*gga begging for a body, he tryna earn him a stripe
my junkie said he cool with the ten but in love with the white

[verse 6: roadrunner tb]
ayy, get it in and get that sh*t gone
i make thirty off these flip phones
had to give up on that weed, now i sell heroin mixed with fentanyl
got yo’ lil’ b*tch and her bestie in a room with they sh*t off
i’ma take 12 on a chase, ain’t even trippin’ if i get caught
[chorus: dee rogers & roadrunner tb]
hol’ on, i got bond money
b*tch, i got bond money
hol’ up, i got bond money
b*tch, i got bond money
hol’ on, i got bond money
b*tch, i got bond money
hol’ up, i got bond money
b*tch, i got bond money

[outro: dee rogers]
b*tch (bond money)
(bond money)
(bond money)
b*tch
b*tch
b*tch
b*tch

- roadrunner tb roadrunner savy dee rogers lyrics

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