Migg & Wigg - come correct Lyrics

Sipping dom perignon
Got out the flight no carry on
Racks on me in this Gucci bag
And I'm shopping soon as I land
From the clear port straight to the Gucci store
I'm spending Gs when I land
I said told her take her shoes off
Walk in the crib it's marble floors
Told her watch where she ashing I got offwhite rugs
Don't lay hands on none of these Bear bricks these motherf*ckers cost
100 racks for the cheapest car that's park in my garage
63 in the back of the Benz all them shits is fast
I been thinking about putting forgiatos on the s560
Looking at the Ap and that bitch cost me a 60
Riding town with a brand new chop
Tell the Opps to come get with me
This bitch got some nerve
To ask for money
She ain't even f*ck me yet
This bitch got some nerve to f*ck me & bro and act like we ain't know
We going keep it P & shit
We act like we both don't know
Big B Balenciaga
When im steppin these is not no jays
To manny Bs up in my clothes
That you would think I sign to them
I got on real VS1 and these are not Si
Foreign car came with a Spa I'm getting me A massage
This car tempurpedic it remind me of my bed
I just made ten thousand I ain't had to get up out my bed
Laced up my white nikes had to go get me a check
Right now I'm sipping dom perignon
Remember it was moet
Niggas talking about this money
Better come correct

(F*ck nigga better come correct nigga
Blowing my line
F*ck nigga come correct nigga)

Niggas blowing up my line
I pick it up
F*ck nigga come correct
Since a lil boy under my mamas draw I had a check
All blues Benny frank
And the twenty's we just spend
Last nigga that f*ck me over make me Buy a tech
Next nigga try do the same Shh I can't tell the rest
Flew a baddie from the A
Knock it down at the PH
Started chatting about her old nigga
We not the same
Tunnel vision I can't see shit
True this chrome hearts frames
Bitch said she wanna suck dick all night This bitch insane
When I'm done I send her back don't worry you can keep the rest
You know the type of shit that goes on when I'm in a Nike tech
She keep asking for a bag with out f*cking bitch come again
You see how we count these hunnits up
I'm in the spot but I got this chop tuck
Everybody run up try your luck
If I send u out with a play bring my cut
Bring my cut cause I need mines
She was sucking dick
I look down this bitch is fine
I pour the wock with the red
This shit taste like wine
I also pour this shit raw
But right now with ice
But not that ice
Come get you for the right price
She was looking nice with a Afro
Ice spice
I'll boom you true the window in a nice ride
She coughin up this wood this bitch might die