Come Up Lyrics - G-unit

Yeah, I'm that paper chasing, money making hustler 

Nigga, you know how I get down 

Big dreams, big bags of bread 

Big money, you fucking with the kid 

Watch a nigga come up 

Inf beams, triple beams it seems 

The street niggas know just what I mean 

Watch a nigga come up 

Born hustler, niggas got to get paid 

Shit real from the cradle to the grave 

Watch a nigga come up 

Got to get it, we got, got to get it 

Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it 

Watch a nigga come up 

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Whenever you should wanna have it, do you need me? 

Drug dealer jewelry, standing on 3D 

Double my dose, this a lotto high 

Check my Vienne here, model cry 

My autograph is a dollar sign 

This Jamaica stars, cream dreams, my paper large 

Had to erase all loss, propellers, I'm taking off 

Steaming potent, I'm illegal rowing 

My holy flow keep the demons folding 

24k, my team is glowing 

Yeah, step in with my strap on me 

Racks on me in this whole-in-the-wall club with 100 packs on me 

Got the goons out, you know we don't do much 

Catch you coming out the club if you doing too much 

Couple Cubans on my neck, smoking a Cuban on the jet 

On my way to collect from niggas that's losing bets 

Joe Pesci, baby, I enforce the rules 

Take two's and tighten up niggas with loose screws 

Photos 

Your bitch wanna be my bitch 

She saying we friends, I done fucked her again 

Now watch a nigga come up, watch a nigga come up 

Grinding, diamond shining, drop the climbing and we doing it big 

Watch a nigga come up, watch a nigga come up 

Feels like Hawaii going through this car wash 

Get the foreign, you know I gotta get the boss 

AR green beamer size of Kevin Hart 

These 22 Jump Street niggas talk 

Watch a nigga come up off this trap phone 

Cold jeans hold the coke five flex roam 

In the clouds care less about the chit chatter 

Bad bitches don't fuck these Soundcloud rappers 

One, two, buck 'em out them seven shoes 

Pockets full of revenue, kitchen filled of residue 

Pitching on the avenue, million dollar attitude 

Fuck you, pay me, I don't show gratitude 

Told that ho bring it back, rewind it 

Now I got her on my mic beatboxing 

Ye ain't gotta look for it, we got it 

Get it hard, break it down, cut then rewatch it 

Big dreams, big bags of bread 

Big money, you fucking with the kid 

Watch a nigga come up 

Inf beams, triple beams it seems 

The street niggas know just what I mean 

Watch a nigga come up 

Born hustler, niggas got to get paid 

Shit real from the cradle to the grave 

Watch a nigga come up 

Got to get it, we got, got to get it 

Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it 

Watch a nigga come up 

I got the kind of success that's hard to measure 

Tear the unit apart, put it back together 

I'm strong, I ain't mentioning what I'm benching 

I'm Merrill Lynching in the mall, I'll blow ya pension 

Sharp as a blade, Tom Ford suave 

Sneaker collection same color of grenade 

Camoflage, damn I'm large, oh God 

Aventador door Lambo, hop in and just push start 

I go 0 to a 100, nigga, real quick 

You talk money, I got money, it's real shit 

It's independent, now we eating of a big plate 

First week I make a million off my mixtape 

Hello, you niggas is slow, you gotta catch up 

You business savvy, you gotta step up 

You new like a ho, I don't understand ya 

'Til you eating the cheese, ratting on camera 

Big dreams, big bags of bread 

Big money, you fucking with the kid 

Watch a nigga come up 

Inf beams, triple beams it seems 

The street niggas know just what I mean 

Watch a nigga come up 

Born hustler, niggas got to get paid 

Shit real from the cradle to the grave 

Watch a nigga come up 

Got to get it, we got, got to get it 

Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it 

Watch a nigga come up