Come On lyrics

[Intro]
Taylor gang over everything
Drugstore Cowboy

[Chorus]
Where I'm from we just live a little different
Flip European whips and get money outta b*tches, 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 b*tches, come on (Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, got a call from a renegade b*tch
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
sh*t trippy, ain't it? How the game switched
The weed game's f*cked up, back to 'caine flips
And my main b*tch brought me dirty G's, she had a great night
f*ck '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
[Chorus]
Where I'm from we just live a little different
Flip European whips and get money outta b*tches, 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 b*tches, come on (Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm just washin' dirty money like dishes
Grown men sub-tweeting like b*tches, come on
I'm on my own sh*t, forty with the long clip
Snakes in the grass, need to get the lawn clipped
All in my bis', worry bout yo own sh*t
Foreign b*tch, 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 b*tches 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
[Chorus]
Where I'm from we just live a little different
Flip European whips and get money outta b*tches, 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 b*tches, come on (Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)
(Get some money with me)

[Outro]
Yeah
Come on (Get some money with me)
Come on (Get some money with me)
Come on (Get some money with me)