I'm counting these Benjamin's
Fly like a pelican
My bitches got melanin
They tasting like cinnamon
I'm chasing the bag
It boost's my adrenaline
Snakes in the grass
They poison and venomous
Killing the game
Turn rappers to skeletons
Don't care bout the fame
Ima need me some medicine
Cus my flow to ill, foreal
Cold blooded
My heart is made out of steal
Don't try to play me
Keep the stash in the Louis bag
Obey me
I'm the king where my crown at?
No cap
Private plane got me jet lag
A Major comeback come from minor setbacks
Flooded out with that new Patek
Philippe
She love to twerk while she give me neck Super freak
Hit the gas hear the engine roar
I just spent a couple racks at the Gucci store
Galore
Whenever you need me
You know where to find me
I be ballin, ballin
(I remember when)
The labels didn't want me
Now they wanna sign me
They can't stop callin, callin
Fly whips, chillin with some models
Celebrating life every day
Poppin' bottles
My chain costs more than your mortgage
Im coming for that #1 spot
On Forbe's list!
F*ck what u thought
I be dropping in the sauce
I whippen in the Porsche
F*ck what it cost
I just wanna show it off
F*ck around and buy the mall
F*ck with a boss
I will never take a loss
All I wanna do is floss
I don't got time for games
I'm coming for heads
My shooters are ready for war
There goes a knock at ur door
Open up
Pizza delivery
Got my hittas climbing down thru ur chimney
Lately I don't what's gotten into me
Uh
U will never get rid of me
This goes out to all my enemies
I feel your energy
Imagine if there was like 10 of me
Shit would be crazy
You will never hear the end of it
Shit is so evident
Ima rookie killin veterans
I'm at ur mouth like a peppermint
I'm at ur head like SnapBack
I shoot and you duck like Aflak
Gettin' cheese like a rat trap
And I get last laugh
Who needs bank account?
Got a Millie in my cash app
Don't put a knife to my back
I'm not the one to take a stab at
I ain't trippen you can have that
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Got the condoms in my backpack
Lex Levi - THE Come UP Lyrics
Lex Levi - THE Come UP Lyrics
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I'm counting these Benjamin's
Fly like a pelican
My bitches got melanin
They tasting like cinnamon
I'm chasing the bag
It boost's my adrenaline
Snakes in the grass
They poison and venomous
Killing the game
Turn rappers to skeletons
Don't care bout the fame
Ima need me some medicine
Cus my flow to ill, foreal
Cold blooded
My heart is made out of steal
Don't try to play me
Keep the stash in the Louis bag
Obey me
I'm the king where my crown at?
No cap
Private plane got me jet lag
A Major comeback come from minor setbacks
Flooded out with that new Patek
Philippe
She love to twerk while she give me neck Super freak
Hit the gas hear the engine roar
I just spent a couple racks at the Gucci store
Galore
Whenever you need me
You know where to find me
I be ballin, ballin
(I remember when)
The labels didn't want me
Now they wanna sign me
They can't stop callin, callin
Fly whips, chillin with some models
Celebrating life every day
Poppin' bottles
My chain costs more than your mortgage
Im coming for that #1 spot
On Forbe's list!
F*ck what u thought
I be dropping in the sauce
I whippen in the Porsche
F*ck what it cost
I just wanna show it off
F*ck around and buy the mall
F*ck with a boss
I will never take a loss
All I wanna do is floss
I don't got time for games
I'm coming for heads
My shooters are ready for war
There goes a knock at ur door
Open up
Pizza delivery
Got my hittas climbing down thru ur chimney
Lately I don't what's gotten into me
Uh
U will never get rid of me
This goes out to all my enemies
I feel your energy
Imagine if there was like 10 of me
Shit would be crazy
You will never hear the end of it
Shit is so evident
Ima rookie killin veterans
I'm at ur mouth like a peppermint
I'm at ur head like SnapBack
I shoot and you duck like Aflak
Gettin' cheese like a rat trap
And I get last laugh
Who needs bank account?
Got a Millie in my cash app
Don't put a knife to my back
I'm not the one to take a stab at
I ain't trippen you can have that
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Got the condoms in my backpack
Fly like a pelican
My bitches got melanin
They tasting like cinnamon
I'm chasing the bag
It boost's my adrenaline
Snakes in the grass
They poison and venomous
Killing the game
Turn rappers to skeletons
Don't care bout the fame
Ima need me some medicine
Cus my flow to ill, foreal
Cold blooded
My heart is made out of steal
Don't try to play me
Keep the stash in the Louis bag
Obey me
I'm the king where my crown at?
No cap
Private plane got me jet lag
A Major comeback come from minor setbacks
Flooded out with that new Patek
Philippe
She love to twerk while she give me neck Super freak
Hit the gas hear the engine roar
I just spent a couple racks at the Gucci store
Galore
Whenever you need me
You know where to find me
I be ballin, ballin
(I remember when)
The labels didn't want me
Now they wanna sign me
They can't stop callin, callin
Fly whips, chillin with some models
Celebrating life every day
Poppin' bottles
My chain costs more than your mortgage
Im coming for that #1 spot
On Forbe's list!
F*ck what u thought
I be dropping in the sauce
I whippen in the Porsche
F*ck what it cost
I just wanna show it off
F*ck around and buy the mall
F*ck with a boss
I will never take a loss
All I wanna do is floss
I don't got time for games
I'm coming for heads
My shooters are ready for war
There goes a knock at ur door
Open up
Pizza delivery
Got my hittas climbing down thru ur chimney
Lately I don't what's gotten into me
Uh
U will never get rid of me
This goes out to all my enemies
I feel your energy
Imagine if there was like 10 of me
Shit would be crazy
You will never hear the end of it
Shit is so evident
Ima rookie killin veterans
I'm at ur mouth like a peppermint
I'm at ur head like SnapBack
I shoot and you duck like Aflak
Gettin' cheese like a rat trap
And I get last laugh
Who needs bank account?
Got a Millie in my cash app
Don't put a knife to my back
I'm not the one to take a stab at
I ain't trippen you can have that
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Got the condoms in my backpack
Writer: michael hicks
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid