Cashleaders - Bones Jones Lyrics

See you hating from the side watching, side watching
Gotta hundred grand in my side pocket, side pocket
People spend their money tryna look like me they go broke
Haters can't to reach me, Jon Jones
Jon Jones, Jon Jones, Jon Jones, Jon Jones
Haters never beat me, Jon Jones
Jon Jones, Jon Jones, Jon Jones
Damn, cracka with some bands, cracka is the man
Spittin some dope shit call it couple grams
Do it for the fan do it cause I can
Do it for my dawgs and do it for my homies
Do it for my bitch and do it till I drop g's
Shooting up a gospel rocking gelatos
Bitches love me so I cock hoes
I ain't flaunt though
Eating bitches tacos
Munching on that clit, where's row boats
And I'm so dope said it twice so you know yo
Killing it like I'm from modo
And I poke hoes, in their old clothes
Gucci yesterday call em old clothes
Murder on my mind, haters on the side
Paper long as pie cause I'm my grind
Skating for my life no boards just broads
Tryna be my wife
Haters never reach it, my last nerve
Haters never beat me, Brock Lesnar
Niggas try to talk but I know it hurt
Seeing me winning and they in a skirt
They ain't put in work like what I do
Nigga getting murked f*cking with my crew
I'll put a nigga dead mail his mom a tombstone
Haters can't reach me, Bones Jones
Bones Jones, Bones Jones, Bones Jones, Bones Jones
Bones Jones, Bones Jones
Haters never reach me, Jon Jones
Jon Jones, Jon Jones, Jon Jones
Mail, mail your mom a tombstone Bones Jones
Bones Jones, Bones Jones, Bones Jones
Deep in the end zone, I'm Bones Jones
Bones Jones, Bones Jones, Bones Jones
Protecting this turf, selling that herb
Flippin the bird while wearing this shirt
I'm wearing this shirt
Don't f*ck with my turf or you'll get shot up no nerf
Nigga make shots hurt, nigga know your f*ckin' head splurt
Nigga know that I f*ck with Ernie and Burt
But that is my kush, and we light it up like Ember
No rose, you know that I'm f*ckin' spitting off the top
No Derek you can play with this shit and smell it
You know this is like a violin but I'm not a attracted to violets
Nigga no violence just silence
When I come in to the room
You all bow down I assume nigga
Walking to the room like I own this bitch
Nigga we up outta here nigga we own this bitch
Nigga we own this shit, smell that weed that's our cologne bitch
Nigga know we on the phone but ain't talking to no bitches
Nigga that's the f*ckin' word we gotta flip this bird
They're crack fiends so I have no concern nigga
Bout to burn niggas, burn notice
Nigga I burn figures quicker than Jigga
And Bill Gates and Oprah Winfrey combined
I got bitches nigga don't waste my time
Haters can't reach me, Bones Jones
Bones Jones, Bones Jones
Haters try to reach me Jon Jones
Jon Jones, Jon Jones
Jon Jones, Jon Jones
Jon Jones, Jon Jones
Bones Jones
Haters can't reach me I'm Jon Jones
Selling the bird, flipping the herb
Puttin in work while wearing this shirt
He's wearing his shirt
While I'm wearing this shirt
Wearing this shirt
Putting in work, putting in work, puttin in work
While wearing this shirt