Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rolland Elendu
Songwriter
Roddy Banks
Composer
Lyrics
I want the come up
I got the come up
I want the money
I got the bag
I want the come up
I got the come up
I want the money
I got the bag
Oh lord
These niggas is stone cold
Patek on the wrist now
My hands is froze tho
My bitches is fake now
They titties is fake now
They ass is fat now
Hater where you at now
Wooh yeah that's that come up
Wooh yeah that's that come up
Wooh yeah that's that come up
Wooh yeah that's that come up
I want the money
I got the bag
You see them haters (no)
Tell'em bitches to the left (left left)
I let'em count it (count it)
My bitches all about the sack (sack sack)
The try to run up (run up)
I pull up on'em with the pack
Now my trunk in the front (trunk in the front)
My hood in the back (hood in the back)
Pull up in a Rari (yellow Ferrari)
Take off on a jet (yeah)
Diamonds dancing on my wrist (shoot shoot)
And on my neck (neck)
Fuck a bitch with her sis
Twins to be exact
Shooters hanging like my chain (chain)
Now everybody know my name (name)
Since a nigga getting paid now (paid now)
Shit ain't never been the same (same)
Cross the line you getting checked now (checked now)
Gorillas coming with the bat now (bat now)
That's your girl in my back seat (oh no)
You know she prolly getting wet now (aaaggghh)
I want the come up
I got the come up
I want the money
I got the bag
I want the come up
I got the come up
I want the money
I got the bag
Wooh yeah that's that come up
Wooh yeah that's that come up
Wooh yeah that's that come up
Wooh yeah that's that come up
I want the come up
I got the come up
I'm way too high (way too high)
Y'all gotta climb up (y'all gotta climb up)
You see the pack (pack pack)
Don't try to run up (don't try to run up)
You them stacks (stacks stacks)
We leveling all up (aaaggghhh)
I don't know why they be hating (hating)
I just be minding my business (minding my business)
Whole team counting racks (racks)
Bando full of stacks (stacks)
Mask on with gang (gang)
Suicide how the racks go (racks go)
Blue hunids in the bag
Middle finger in the air fuck the world tho
You want it but you not prepared tho (prepared tho)
You can find me wherever the bag go (bag go)
La Ferrari with the Lambo (Lambo)
Louis bags with the camo (camo)
Diamonds brighter than a light house
Now they telling me to pipe down
They can't stop me cos i'm hype now
I just put the come up on a flight now
Writer(s): Rolland Elendu
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com