Come On

[Intro] Taylor gang over everything Drugstore Cowboy [Hook] 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) [Verse 1] 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] Im just washing dirty money like dishes Grown men sub-tweeting like bitches Come On Im 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 Im 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 Im 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