Come On

Woah
Yea
Woah
Woah
Yea
Yeah
Yeah Yea Yea
Woah
Yea yea yea
Woah
Yea Yea

Up tryna get it I'm chasing the racks
Took 2 Many losses I ain't going back
The way he got out man I know he a rat
You show me you real and I'm tipping my hat
Most of these niggas ain't solid these days
Get money forever this shit ain't a phase
Ain't stunting the hate nigga I'm never phased
This money my child, Just watch how its raised
Grateful we eating I'm saying my grace
Had to boss up and acknowledge mistakes
Latina lil, Come On
Latin lil twins and I call em my seis
She wanna be my uno but girl I'm a player
You down then I'm down bitch I'm keeping it fair
We standing on loyalty have no affairs
You give me your heart and Ill treat It with care
Want me to stop but I'm keeping it going
She fuck with the opps yea I'm already knowing
It's me and the saints I can't wait till we touring
She don't got a vibe no that lil hoe is boring
Hey
I'm working and manifesting for the pay
Say it with my chess niggas we ain't mates
Young nigga pulling cards yea I'm a ace
I fuck with bad hoes that ain't ain't 8's

Woah
Yea
Woah
Woah
Yea
Yeah
Yeah Yea Yea

Stacking the money in love with the cash flow
I kept it real now she say I'm a asshole
Flex on my exes yea that is a mad hoe
I make my hoes come back like a lasso

Ye
Woah
Yea pop my shit
Ima just pop my shit
Woah woah woah

Talking bout money ok lets go
Stay with my saints I ain't breaking the code
She broke my heart now my ways so cold
They copy the style I'm making the mold
Was down on my dick an they left me that bogus
We learned all this game on our own no one told us
We grew up and got it nobody gon hold us
We having long nights and real early mornings
My signature move I got lil shawty moaning
Ain't chasing no bitch it just ain't that important
She saying nigga you know I'm all yours
But she'll fuck the gang when a young nigga touring
Woah woah woah
She'll fuck the gang when a young nigga touring



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Writer(s): Johnson Mark Karl
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