James Bond
I been up, I been down
I was lost, now im found
Tryna keep my head afloat
Pray to god i dont drown
If you aint talkin money
Close ya mouth dont make a sound
They used to talk down
Now im the talk of the town
Get the pack, weigh it, bag it up and flip it
I make dem dollas disappear like a magician
We on dat mob shit dats money over bitches
Call me Jame$ Bond, i stay on a mission
Camp nasa is the label bitch we independent
Right now i feel like percy miller cuz i have no limits
Im the type that if i want it ima go and get it
And you the type to sell yo soul for a honda civic
Was it worth it
Im far from perfect
Nobody walkin on earth is
You so materialistic you livin life on the surface
Meanwhile im outchea servin and makin flips like the circus
The money i make is dirty, my outfit clean like detergent
Just said a prayer for my cousin she gettin ready for surgery
These niggas they wanna hurt me
These bitches they wanna slurp me
Yo girly givin me temple i call dat lil baby shirley
From nothin but now im eatin
My pockets stuffed like a turkey
Fuck wit my fam or my money
Im givin you niggas thirty
Im Fly like a flock of birdies
Im ballin i need a jersey
Show competition no mercy
Im poppin aint talkin perkys
Some Niggas said they gon murk me
Im clutchin so i aint worried
I was lost, now im found
Tryna keep my head afloat
Pray to god i dont drown
If you aint talkin money
Close ya mouth dont make a sound
They used to talk down
Now im the talk of the town
Get the pack, weigh it, bag it up and flip it
I make dem dollas disappear like a magician
We on dat mob shit dats money over bitches
Call me Jame$ Bond, i stay on a mission
Camp nasa is the label bitch we independent
Right now i feel like percy miller cuz i have no limits
Im the type that if i want it ima go and get it
And you the type to sell yo soul for a honda civic
Was it worth it
Im far from perfect
Nobody walkin on earth is
You so materialistic you livin life on the surface
Meanwhile im outchea servin and makin flips like the circus
The money i make is dirty, my outfit clean like detergent
Just said a prayer for my cousin she gettin ready for surgery
These niggas they wanna hurt me
These bitches they wanna slurp me
Yo girly givin me temple i call dat lil baby shirley
From nothin but now im eatin
My pockets stuffed like a turkey
Fuck wit my fam or my money
Im givin you niggas thirty
Im Fly like a flock of birdies
Im ballin i need a jersey
Show competition no mercy
Im poppin aint talkin perkys
Some Niggas said they gon murk me
Im clutchin so i aint worried
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Writer(s): Jacob Muse
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