Came Up! Video (MV)

Bitch, I'm sick
Ebola
Call up that bitch
Motorola
Oh, that was your bitch, but I stole her
She smokin' that gas, she a stoner

She shootin them down, cause I told her
I'm puttin' that girl in a Uber

I know a whole lotta niggas who stay tryna be like me
Tryna copy my swag
Last year I was broke
And now I got money
I stay to myself
Gotta hop in my bag
Me and my niggas big bank, yeah
We finna come in a tank, yeah
Knockin' them down with my sticks and my stones If you talkin' on me, then you not goin' home

You say you know us, we don't know your name
Ice on my neck, gotta go Johnny Dane
This is my world, not talkin' bout Wayne
I'm from New York, with puddles full of pain
I'm baggin that bitch, I hit up her main
That bitch is a hoe, she cheat on her main

Bitch, we not the same, stay in your lane
They talkin' on me, like, what do you gain?
They playin' around like this is a game
That nigga is dumb, he don't got a brain
And I love my money, I gotta obtain

Yeah

I really been down, but I came up
He dissin' on me, but he gave up
If he's beefin' with me, then it's made up
She say she in love, but she laid up
And if he want a feature, he pay up
The bitches, they say that I ate up
She blockin' me after the break up
I'm f*ckin' her after we made up
I double the 4 and put 8 up
I run to the rim with a layup
With a blade to his face, I give him a shape up
That nigga a bitch, I gotta be straight up
Money in the morning, bitch, I gotta wake up
I throw on the beaters bitch
I gotta lace up

I gotta flex up
I gotta flex up
I gotta flex up