Berner - Come On lyrics

[Intro:] Taylor gang over everything Drugstore Cowboy [Hook:] Where I'm from we just live a little different Flip European whips and get b**hes Come on (Get some money with me) Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different Flip European whips and get money outa b**hes Come on (Get some money with me) [Verse 1:] Got a call from a renegade b**h Yea she said she wanna come home I told her come on Bring me my money I'm in my own zone A lot of squares on my nerves, I tell them die slow Ride slow, ziplock full of fly smoke White Gold looking crazy when the lights low I might blow 40 grand in this nightclub And make a few haters sick, step your life up Or get knifed up, Hoes getting wifed up Dope fiends holding white cups sh** trippy, ain't it? How the game switched The Weed game's f**ed up, back to Caneflips And my main b**h brought me thirty G's, she had a great night f** em all let em hate life Yea I stay right Yea I been had money The type of bread that make your friends act funny Come On [Hook] [Verse 2:] I'm just washing dirty money like dishes Grown men sub-tweeting like b**hes Come On I'm on my own sh** .40 with the long clip Snakes in the gra** Need to get the lawn clipped All in my bizz Worry bout yo own sh** Foreign b**h new Foreign whip Kat sick without pourin sip Gimme more bricks Double down gimme more chips I'm in a morgue Sick Looking at his body dead Why'd he have to go so young They tried to rob him Friends keep goin Happens often My ho b**hes keep me sport ridin I'm sittin in a Ghost at six in the morning Just left the Club with Wiz all the Champagne pouring got my head hurtin Yea I look like a dead person My money's right You been hurtin Come On