Come Up lyrics
by Cookin Soul
[Intro: Ace Boogie]
I see you rolling up in the black Saab, Gold BBS's
I said damn this n*gga is really making money man...
This how I feel right now
Riding through the town with yo' b*tch
Living on a high
sh*t I can't explain right now
Just know that wanna get rich
[Hook: Le$]
Man I'm trying to come up, up, up, up, up (4x)
[Verse 1: Le$]
Look, look, look
Trying to get this sh*t a hundred million different ways
Presidential, a mobster with some Sicilian ways
Play residential's, I'm laying back gettin' full of haze
Cloud number 9 on some Frankie Beverly and some Maze
A different page on these suckers really another book
I'm gonna give it the way it is f*ck the way it look
I tell your dream b*tch roll something for a n*gga
A'int gotta touch ya got plenty brothers who pull the trigger
I'm putting food on the table, this a'int no game now
See I'm just f*cking around, we a'int the same now
You Instagraming and taking pictures, we taking action
I'm taking over and our sh*t is way better than Calvin's
I'm only adding them hundreds, subtract them f*ck n*ggas
And they promoting that ignorance like you dumb n*ggas
Tell you how to do it, but they never done it
They ain't even got no sneakers
But they tell you that they're running they frontin'
[Bridge: Ice]
Money making Mitch, Tell me something good baby
Its all good Ice
I know it is, finally moving up in the business
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Real-estate and rocks
Some in the safe, got some on my b*tch, some on my watch
Disney on ice, meet Fort Knot
Regardless what the charge is I cops if I want it I own it
Imma kill it if I on it
Soon as I get it throw them speakers in it and them rims on it
Think I didn't but I did smash baby girl in that tennis skirt
Burn the joint with her brought her back to work
Spray a little cologne on my shirt before I walked into moms crib
And I'm still smelling like that California bomb sh*t
Smash two plates of that home cooked
That have your soul shook, now its back to the paper
Numbers, phone book
I flip through in my new 6-2
Too sick, need tissues for my new sh*t move b*tch
With all that look and who-ing
[Hook]