Letras:
Bone Brothers Rollin Drinkin

flows like sands in the hourglass Cash moves everything, bitches in g strings Gats flashin', mothers make cream on a stick move Improve your dope flow, cold max with the long dough High rollin

'm gassin girls heads, just like petroleum Get em ready to bone me and, then I play custodian and turn off the lights this is the likes of a ticketing wallowing high jumping radio rumping brother

with phillies, we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) P H the I the L the L the I the E the S We mess with phillies, we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother

about the cash We got females that got it like that The golden child's that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers

cash We got females that got it like that The golden childs that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers

syrup and them bitches on that gin Man hit that sweet one time for Smoke-D locked down in that pen I'm blowin out the window, you know I'm rollin glass

it and she loves the way I does it, makes a brother really want to sing) Yeah. C'mon baby, let's show 'em how we do it. -Bizzy Bone-Chorus- All in

frauds like we fucking on fire Hook (chock) Now most chicks get they back blown When I let my act roll Conference on a track phone I chock and rap bone

sit and remenisce about the old days Sellin dope and playin ball up in them coke ways When I daydream, sometimes I gots to drink Close my eyes and then I see my fuckin brother