Come On

Taylor gang over everything

Drugstore Cowboy

Where I'm from we just live a little different

Flip European whips and get bitches

Come on (Get some money with me)

Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different

Flip European whips and get money outa bitches

Come on (Get some money with me)

Got a call from a renegade bitch

Yea she said she wanna come home

I told her come on

Bring me my money I'm in my own zone

A lot of squares on my nerves, I tell them die slow

Ride slow, ziplock full of fly smoke

White Gold looking crazy when the lights low

I might blow 40 grand in this nightclub

And make a few haters sick, step your life up

Or get knifed up, Hoes getting wifed up

Dope fiends holding white cups

Shit trippy, ain't it? How the game switched

The Weed game's fucked up, back to Caneflips

And my main bitch brought me thirty G's, she had a great night

Fuck em all let em hate life

Yea I stay right

Yea I been had money

The type of bread that make your friends act funny

Come On

I'm just washing dirty money like dishes

Grown men sub-tweeting like bitches Come On

I'm on my own shit

.40 with the long clip

Snakes in the grass

Need to get the lawn clipped

All in my bizz

Worry bout yo own shit

Foreign bitch new Foreign whip

Kat sick without pourin sip

Gimme more bricks

Double down gimme more chips

I'm in a morgue Sick

Looking at his body dead

Why’d he have to go so young

They tried to rob him

Friends keep goin

Happens often

My ho bitches keep me sport ridin

I'm sittin in a Ghost at six in the morning

Just left the Club with Wiz all the Champagne pouring got my head hurtin

Yea I look like a dead person

My money’s right

You been hurtin

Come On