"James Bond" lyrics
Let's go
It's all that cash
You ain't gotta ask, rash
Way there from the field, like a soldier in the grass
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
Baby, mesmerized, got the diamonds on
Checking another bag, then the moon and I'm gone
Checking another bag, then the moon and I'm gone
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
Black suit, black coupe, I be turfed down
Black thing on me, yeah, I be bumping down
I just want a Pyrex, they can keep the crowns
Catching up the mound like I'm riding
Nothing but strikes like a Dodger
The results came back, I'm the father
Pocket full of hundreds, we don't do the dollars
I get a plan and put on all my pilots
Pilot so smart, nigga could have been a doctor
But I got a bundle and a chopper in my locker
Graduated from coke, became a robber
All these diamonds on my Rollie, I'm a timer
And they stay hating, but I don't mind them
'Cause if it's funk, then I promise I can find them
Bust down, we don't do the ticking or the winding
She in love, if I ever leave, she'll be crying
It's all that cash
You ain't gotta ask, rash
Way there from the field, like a soldier in the grass
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
Baby, mesmerized, got the diamonds on
Checking another bag, then the moon and I'm gone
Checking another bag, then the moon and I'm gone
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
It's all there, you ain't gotta count it
Money stack high like a mountain
Diamonds dripping water like a fountain
The other day, I go meet with my accountant
Ice all on my neck, got me drowning
Called the owner, I be pulling in around ten
I got all these niggas with me from the Phillis
S-P-M-S, sex killers, ex-dealers
We got bottles on the way, 'cause we the drillers
V-I-P and they passing around thrillers
It's clear to see that they ran into the realest
Put your head on my thigh like a pillow
Blow a nigga socks like a theme broke grillo
Wake up, go grind, pop a Skittle
Said I'd rather see you win than end up in the hospital
Said I'd rather see you win than end up in the hospital
It's all that cash
You ain't gotta ask, rash
Way there from the field, like a soldier in the grass
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
Baby, mesmerized, got the diamonds on
Checking another bag, then the moon and I'm gone
Checking another bag, then the moon and I'm gone
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
It's all that cash
You ain't gotta ask, rash
Way there from the field, like a soldier in the grass
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
Baby, mesmerized, got the diamonds on
Checking another bag, then the moon and I'm gone
Checking another bag, then the moon and I'm gone
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
Black suit, black coupe, I be turfed down
Black thing on me, yeah, I be bumping down
I just want a Pyrex, they can keep the crowns
Catching up the mound like I'm riding
Nothing but strikes like a Dodger
The results came back, I'm the father
Pocket full of hundreds, we don't do the dollars
I get a plan and put on all my pilots
Pilot so smart, nigga could have been a doctor
But I got a bundle and a chopper in my locker
Graduated from coke, became a robber
All these diamonds on my Rollie, I'm a timer
And they stay hating, but I don't mind them
'Cause if it's funk, then I promise I can find them
Bust down, we don't do the ticking or the winding
She in love, if I ever leave, she'll be crying
It's all that cash
You ain't gotta ask, rash
Way there from the field, like a soldier in the grass
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
Baby, mesmerized, got the diamonds on
Checking another bag, then the moon and I'm gone
Checking another bag, then the moon and I'm gone
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
It's all there, you ain't gotta count it
Money stack high like a mountain
Diamonds dripping water like a fountain
The other day, I go meet with my accountant
Ice all on my neck, got me drowning
Called the owner, I be pulling in around ten
I got all these niggas with me from the Phillis
S-P-M-S, sex killers, ex-dealers
We got bottles on the way, 'cause we the drillers
V-I-P and they passing around thrillers
It's clear to see that they ran into the realest
Put your head on my thigh like a pillow
Blow a nigga socks like a theme broke grillo
Wake up, go grind, pop a Skittle
Said I'd rather see you win than end up in the hospital
Said I'd rather see you win than end up in the hospital
It's all that cash
You ain't gotta ask, rash
Way there from the field, like a soldier in the grass
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
Baby, mesmerized, got the diamonds on
Checking another bag, then the moon and I'm gone
Checking another bag, then the moon and I'm gone
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
Flying in the coupe like I'm James Bond
