[Hook]
I don came up from the bottom
Getting bands now I got em
[Verse]
They don't want to see me make it
They thinking a youngin fake it
These haters yeaaa they can't take
Cuz they hated when I started to make it
Everyday I finessed to get those bands
I love counting racks in my hands
So f** n***a get off my land
If you ain't got no money or no bands
They hate on me
They hate on me
I got bad b**hes calling
& they wait on me
[Hook]
I don came up from the bottom
Getting bands now I got em
[Verse 2]
Everybody turnt they backs on me
Now I got money they want to be my homie
We'll f** n***a you caint my homie
I don't know you & you will never know me
Back then I thought you was there
But in reality you was never even there
When My bands started stacking you was there
All this money you would think I would share
Back then I thought you was there
But in reality you was never even there
When My bands started stacking you was there
All this money you would think I would share
[Hook]
I don came up from the bottom
Getting bands now I got em