Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Come and get you some
It's like juice when bishop come
Make a li'l money, watch them bitches come
If it's dope money, watch the snitches come
Watch where you sell it at
Watch where you get it from
What you do it for
Used to duck it to the four
More bucks, now that tour bus needs a humidor
Got a couple stores, 'bout to get a couple more
Life's a bitch, so I light a spliff, go and fuck her raw
Yeah, we getting rich
What you think we ducking suckers for?
I don't want you shot or getting stomped with these chuckers, dog
I'm too burning to pull the strings out
Rather get high than ride and blow your brains out
[Verse 2]
Let the money come
Yeah, let the money come
Come and get you some
Come, come and get you some
Old schools, fat crib in the hills too
No twenties, no fifties, need my bills blue
[Verse 3]
Come and get you some
Come, come and get you some
Old schools, fat crib in the hills too
No twenties, no fifties, need my bills blue
[Verse 4]
I've been sucker-ducking, I've been trying to get my mind right
I shouldn't be around, I got nine lives
I'm sleepwalking, watching time fly
Smoke pouring out of the coupe when I fly by
Late night mission keep me out of prison
This isn't living, all the hatred and the killing
I just wanna raise my children
G'yeah
I really hate the way I'm feeling
No trust, no love, just a dirty gun
Sure go for thirty one, Bern, can you turn me on?
They want the line and I ain't tryna talk to anyone
I was O.T. with O.G.'s when I was twenty-one
[Verse 5]
Let the money come
Yeah, let the money come
Come and get you some
Come, come and get you some
Old schools, fat crib in the hills too
No twenties, no fifties, need my bills blue
[Verse 6]
Come and get you some
Come, come and get you some
Old schools, fat crib in the hills too
No twenties, no fifties, need my bills blue
[Verse 7]
Been through hella shit
The bullets and the 4-54'll kill a elephant
Fresh drop of lemon A, yeah, I love the smell of it
These rappers only worry 'bout they relevance
Sad
[Verse 8]
Mad that they ain't got the elegance
Nor the intelligence to make it big
We hustle hard and we hate the bid and hate the pigs
And if **** ain't around, I'm where the paper is
J'yeah
[Verse 9]
I'm with the brown bag
I threw away the money counters
I like to count it by hand
It took me six hours
[Verse 10]
Shout to the sick flowers
And the trip routers
Get high from a contact if you sit around us
[Verse 11]
Let the money come
Yeah, let the money come
Come and get you some
Come, come and get you some
Old schools, fat crib in the hills too
No twenties, no fifties, need my bills blue
[Verse 12]
Come and get you some
Come, come and get you some
Old schools, fat crib in the hills too
No twenties, no fifties, need my bills blue
Written by: David Styles
