I’m Comin lyrics

by

Birdman


[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
I'm comin (like a relic in a pick-up truck)
Bass hummin (15s in the back of us)
Still runnin (like a energizer bunny bruh)
Hood plumbin (lay a big di*k down in her)

Yo woman (stripper comin down on the pole)
Show somethin (big titties and the as*h*le)
Drums drummin (out the escalade on 24s)
Yeah Uh Oh!

[Mikkey]
Chicago's #1 Flicka n*gga back on it
2003 Caddy with that burberry rag on it
It's mink on the floor, the seats is ostrich
What else can I say family we some mobsters
This cash money you know we the boss of this hood sh*t
Floss in this hood get, shots in his hood quick
This big tymin' man, put them little rides up
We (Yo) 600 whippas put them (Yo) lil 5s up

[Gilly]
It's Cash Money, we ain't duckin and dodgin (Nah)
We bustin and ridin, Caddy truckin and prowlin, what the f*ck are ya hollin (Huh)
Entourage of benz, 'lacs, and beamers
With dime b*tches with asses fat as Trina's, whoa
I got my 4 tuck, me I'm out for more bucks (Uh)
'03 I'm pullin up the Lam with the doors up
And watch these whores f*ck and suck like crazy (Uh)
Can't f*ck wit Cash Money (Uh uh)
You n*ggas is crazy (BIOTCH)
[Hook]

[Baby]
See I flip the color daddy, change my paint
Switch my rims, my mats is mink
Pull out the console, I drank to thank
Got them alligator seats on a full tank
But Ay-ay, 25 28s
Big money, heavy weight
Vet navigation system ridin' through the states
Wooo, them special made tires
To fit my ride, I put a dove in the inside
Stunna (n*gga) muthaf*cka
(Rim trucks!!)
Sittin on them muthaf*ckin gittas
B.B. King, blues daddy
Know what I mean? (know what I mean?) know what I mean?
Got big truck drivers
Hoes don't mind us
(Oh you think it's a game, ma?)
b*tch stand behind us
It's nothin but minks and it's cold as f*ck (brrrrrrrrrr)
b*tch hop in this truck!!

[Hook]
[TQ]
There go lil TQ
And he comin in the cutlass, gettin his hair blew
Not givin a f*ck about nothin that you hoes do
Don't underestimate my pimpin cuz it's serious fool
I'm on hunnit spokes
I gots fo' hoes
I got some Joe I got some drink, I got some dominoes
If ya thank the sh*t is stankin, bring some drama ho
That's on momma though
We got big gats, gems and trucks, on stunna rims baby
#1 Stunna, that's my dumma, Mannie Freezy, that's my dawg
Big Tymers, we big ball
(TQ, Mik, and Gilly!!)
Got em takin it off
Woooo, let the bottles pop!
(b*tchesssssss) Let the panties drop (makes bottle-pop sound)
Oops, bout to shake the spot
Cuz we don' f*cked around and don' got too hot

[Hook]
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