Come On

LETRA

Come On

Taylor gang over everything
Drugstore Cowboy

Where I'm from we just live a little different
Flip European whips and get money outta bitches, come on (Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different
Flip European whips and get money outta bitches, come on (Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)

Yeah, got a call from a renegade bitch
Yeah, she said she wanna come
I told her come on, bring me my money, I'm in my own zone
A lot of squares on my nerves, I tell 'em die slow
Ride slow, zip-lock full of fly smoke
White Gold lookin' crazy when the lights low
I might blow forty grand in this nightclub
And make a few haters sick, step your life up
Or get knifed up, hoes getting wifed up
Dope fiends holdin' white cups
Shit trippy, ain't it? How the game switched
The weed game's fuc*** up, back to 'caine flips
And my main bitch brought me dirty G's, she had a great night
Fuck 'em all, let 'em hate life
Yeah, I stay right
Yeah, I been had money
The type of bread that make your friends act funny
Come On

Where I'm from we just live a little different
Flip European whips and get money outta bitches, come on (Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different
Flip European whips and get money outta bitches, come on (Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)

Yeah, I'm just washin' dirty money like dishes
Grown men sub-tweeting like bitches, come on
I'm on my own shit, forty with the long clip
Snakes in the grass, need to get the lawn clipped
All in my bis', 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 lookin' at his body, damn
Why'd he have to go so young? They tried to rob him
Friends keep goin', it happens often
My hoe bitches keep me spoiled rotten
I'm sittin' in a Ghost at six in the mornin'
Just left the club with Wiz all the Champagne pourin' got my head hurtin'
Yeah, I look like a dead person
My money right, you been hurtin'
Come On

Where I'm from we just live a little different
Flip European whips and get money outta bitches, come on (Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different
Flip European whips and get money outta bitches, come on (Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)

Yeah
Come on (Get some money with me)
Come on (Get some money with me)
Come on (Get some money with me)