Come Wit It lyrics

{Yeah n*gga, you know it’s Bankroll n*gga. Ain’t gotta tell you this. Street Money}


Ridin’ round wit it, Ridin’ round wit it, Ridin’ round wit it, I’m Ridin’ round wit it

Ridin’ round wit it, Ridin’ round wit it, Ridin’ round wit it, I’m Ridin’ round wit it



VERSE 1:

Deadly ambassador bullets harassin’ ya hollow tip flip out this black .40 caliber

n*ggas who talkin will slowly be after ya. Fracture ya skull all on top of the canister. Glock and Nine milli pus*y who testin? Cross Smith and Wesson. Bullets digestion off in yo stomach it's gonna be restin'. I doubt if you make it out if you do it's a Blessing. Bankroll in this bihh flexing shinnin' hard. b*tches on my di*k see me shinnin. Diamonds water fridge fresh. Bankroll fully loaded don't you see it? Street money wit me don't you n*ggas hear it? '69 camaro sounding like a f*ckin pig. Yeen no Muthaf*ckin killa n*gga you a f*ckin pig. I'm ridin around the Muthaf*ckin city with the Sig. You n*ggas talkin bout beefin' but you went and hid. Pillow talkin to these Hoes like I wouldn't hear it. I shoulda f*ck that n*gga b*tch and made my n*gga hit. I'm married to the money b*tch that's a tax credit. I'm going to get that big rollie so you won't forget it. Every wardrobe fully loaded, wanna bet? These n*ggas man Hoes call these n*ggas Lisa Leslie

HOOK:
Ain't worried bout no b*tch at all n*gga, I'm trying to put it in my wall n*gga. I'm grindin shid get all my n*ggas richer. Bankroll he strapped, he always got a pistol. (Go!)
Come wit it. Come come wit it. Come wit it, come come wit it. (Repeat x2)

VERSE 2:
Ridin round with the pack, Ridin round with the sack, ridin round wit the Gat, ridin round with the mach, and the cooler on top of dat. n*ggaHow you figured dat, you was gone f*ck wit me you Lil n*gga? Imma young n*gga who bout to be rich, ain't lettin a n*gga trick me off the street. Bout to get me a new Peadi Flippe, might sit out, new doors off the Jeep. Comin through this Muthaf*cka flexin’, no shirt on. Bad b*tches on my iPhone. Quick trip callin like, what it is? I'm talkin bout n*gga yeah a couple mill. n*gga Vee on the line, what's good? Bankroll pull up in any hood. Yall n*ggas Know how I do it. Hit the booty club then I flew it. Yall n*ggas ain't getting money, yall lease. Broke n*gga mad, see me ain't speak. I'on give a f*ck, f*ck the reason. Comin through this Muhf*cka hog breathin. b*tch I'm paper chasin', money conversations I thank yo b*tch ass really wanna taste it. Made her get naked throw it in the air while she shake it off the ground, scrapin'. Pot scrapin', fork here.. Pot here, right now. Microwave, yeah it's near. Molly clear, take a lick. Take a hit, whiff of Dis. Street Money, big as it get. Bankroll. Bad Hoes. Blue Hundreds. New Clothes


HOOK:
Come wit it. Come come wit it. Come wit it, come come wit it
ComeCome wit it n*gga. ComeCome wit n*gga. ComeCome wit it n*gga

Come wit it n*gga! Come wit it n*gga! Come wit it n*gga!

Come on lil n*gga! Come on lil n*gga! Come on lil n*gga. (Bankroll!)

Come wit, ComeCome wit it. ComeCome wit it. ComeCome wit it, ComeCome wit it

(Dis dat dope boy sh*t here n*gga. Street Money. Bankroll!)