YUng N' On Da ComeUp

[Hook] We all winners, grind til' the sun up Young n' on the come up Young n' on the come up Work all Winter, just to spend on the Summer Young n' on the come up Young n' on the come up We all winners, grind til' the sun up Young n' on the come up Young n' on the come up Work all Winter, just to spend on the Summer Young n' on the come up Young n' on the come up [Verse 1] Ha, really you good? All you fuck niggas, swear that you all on my nuts Believe me it's true I ain't worried 'bout you because I'm me as fuck These guys was gassin' me up While my comrades was passin' me up [?], [?] off my beats Say man, that ain't what's up Turn all the lights down These girls go in wild Traphouse, no boys aloud We cookin' the golden child We bound to turn up while showin' out I think I'm Rick James, bitch I'm on ya' couch Had dreams of this win, come in large amounts Ya'll seen what I seen, ya'll would cross 'em out Then we bought the Benz, had to whip it like a whisk Thousand dollar nigga' with a million dollar bitch Shootin' for the stars 'til I like it, can't miss My whole clique stuntin', we stuntin' the same shit Show up to the party, already on the list Make my home peace, we ain't gotta pay shit Everybody hatin' on a nigga like Chris You may not know me well, but you probably get the gist [Hook] We all winners, grind til' the sun up Young n' on the come up Young n' on the come up Work all Winter, just to spend on the Summer Young n' on the come up Young n' on the come up We all winners, grind til' the sun up Young n' on the come up Young n' on the come up Work all Winter, just to spend on the Summer Young n' on the come up Young n' on the come up