[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