G-Unit - Come Up Lyric
Yeah, I’m that paper chasing, money making hustler Nigga, you know how I get down Big dreams, big bags of bread Big money, you fucking with the kid Watch a nigga come up Inf beams, triple beams it seems The street niggas know just what I mean Watch a nigga come up Born hustler, niggas got to get paid Shit real from the cradle to the grave Watch a nigga come up Got to get it, we got, got to get it Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it Watch a nigga come up Whenever you should wanna have it, do you need me? Drug dealer jewelry, standing on 3D Double my dose, this a lotto high Check my Vienne here, model cry My autograph is a dollar sign This Jamaica stars, cream dreams, my paper large Had to erase all loss, propellers, I’m taking off Steaming potent, I’m illegal rowing My holy flow keep the demons folding 24k, my team is glowing Yeah, step in with my strap on me Racks on me in this whole-in-the-wall club with 100 packs on me Got the goons out, you know we don’t do much Catch you coming out the club if you doing too much Couple Cubans on my neck, smoking a Cuban on the jet On my way to collect from niggas that’s losing bets Joe Pesci, baby, I enforce the rules Take two’s and tighten up niggas with loose screws Your bitch wanna be my bitch She saying we friends, I done fucked her again Now watch a nigga come up, watch a nigga come up Grinding, diamond shining, drop the climbing and we doing it big Watch a nigga come up, watch a nigga come up Feels like Hawaii going through this car wash Get the foreign, you know I gotta get the boss AR green beamer size of Kevin Hart These 22 Jump Street niggas talk Watch a nigga come up off this trap phone Cold jeans hold the coke five flex roam In the clouds care less about the chit chatter Bad bitches don't fuck these Soundcloud rappers One, two, buck 'em out them seven shoes Pockets full of revenue, kitchen filled of residue Pitching on the avenue, million dollar attitude Fuck you, pay me, I don't show gratitude Told that ho bring it back, rewind it Now I got her on my mic beatboxing Ye ain't gotta look for it, we got it Get it hard, break it down, cut then rewatch it Big dreams, big bags of bread Big money, you fucking with the kid Watch a nigga come up Inf beams, triple beams it seems The street niggas know just what I mean Watch a nigga come up Born hustler, niggas got to get paid Shit real from the cradle to the grave Watch a nigga come up Got to get it, we got, got to get it Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it Watch a nigga come up I got the kind of success that's hard to measure Tear the unit apart, put it back together I'm strong, I ain't mentioning what I'm benching I'm Merrill Lynching in the mall, I'll blow ya pension Sharp as a blade, Tom Ford suave Sneaker collection same color of grenade Camoflage, damn I'm large, oh God Aventador door Lambo, hop in and just push start I go 0 to a 100, nigga, real quick You talk money, I got money, it's real shit It's independent, now we eating of a big plate First week I make a million off my mixtape Hello, you niggas is slow, you gotta catch up You business savvy, you gotta step up You new like a ho, I don't understand ya 'Til you eating the cheese, ratting on camera Big dreams, big bags of bread Big money, you fucking with the kid Watch a nigga come up Inf beams, triple beams it seems The street niggas know just what I mean Watch a nigga come up Born hustler, niggas got to get paid Shit real from the cradle to the grave Watch a nigga come up Got to get it, we got, got to get it Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it Watch a nigga come up
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