Come On - Intellectual

[Intro]

Taylor gang over everything

Drugstore Cowboy

[Chorus]

Where I'm from we just live a little different

Flip European whips and get money outta bitches, come on (Get some money with me)

(Get some money with me)

Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different

Flip European whips and get money outta bitches, come on (Get some money with me)

(Get some money with me)

[Verse 1]

Yeah, got a call from a renegade bitch

Yeah, she said she wanna come

I told her come on, bring me my money, I'm in my own zone

A lot of squares on my nerves, I tell 'em die slow

Ride slow, zip-lock full of fly smoke

White Gold lookin' crazy when the lights low

I might blow forty grand in this nightclub

And make a few haters sick, step your life up

Or get knifed up, hoes getting wifed up

Dope fiends holdin' white cups

Shit trippy, ain't it? How the game switched

The weed game's fucked up, back to 'caine flips

And my main bitch brought me dirty G's, she had a great night

Fuck 'em all, let 'em hate life

Yeah, I stay right

Yeah, I been had money

The type of bread that make your friends act funny

Come On

[Chorus]

Where I'm from we just live a little different

Flip European whips and get money outta bitches, come on (Get some money with me)

(Get some money with me)

Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different

Flip European whips and get money outta bitches, come on (Get some money with me)

(Get some money with me)

[Verse 2]

Yeah, I'm just washin' dirty money like dishes

Grown men sub-tweeting like bitches, come on

I'm on my own shit, forty with the long clip

Snakes in the grass, need to get the lawn clipped

All in my bis', worry bout yo own shit

Foreign bitch, new foreign whip

Kat sick without pourin' sip

Gimme more bricks

Double down, gimme more chips

I'm in a morgue sick lookin' at his body, damn

Why’d he have to go so young? They tried to rob him

Friends keep goin', it happens often

My hoe bitches keep me spoiled rotten

I'm sittin' in a Ghost at six in the mornin'

Just left the club with Wiz all the Champagne pourin' got my head hurtin'

Yeah, I look like a dead person

My money right, you been hurtin'

Come On

[Chorus]

Where I'm from we just live a little different

Flip European whips and get money outta bitches, come on (Get some money with me)

(Get some money with me)

Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different

Flip European whips and get money outta bitches, come on (Get some money with me)

(Get some money with me)

[Outro]

Yeah

Come on (Get some money with me)