Come Up lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, I’m that paper chasing, money-making hustler
n*gga, you know how I get down

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Big dreams, big bags of bread
Big money, you f*cking with the kid
(Watch a n*gga come up)
Inf beams, triple beams it seems
The street n*ggas know just what I mean
(Watch a n*gga come up)
Born hustler, n*ggas got to get paid
sh*t real from the cradle to the grave
(Watch a n*gga come up)
Got to get it, we got, got to get it
Got the bread for the hit, n*gga, we with it
(Watch a n*gga come up)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, 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 VM, hear a model cry
My autograph's a dollar sign
This Jamaica stars, cream dreams, my paper large
Had to erase a loss, propellers, I'm taking off
Steaming potent, I'm illegal rowing
My holy flow keep the demons folding
24k, my team is glowing, uh
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Yeah, step in with my strap on me
Racks on me in this hole-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 n*ggas that's losing bets
Joe Pesci, baby, I enforce the rules
Take tools and tighten up n*ggas with loose screws

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Your b*tch wanna be my b*tch
She saying we friends, I done f*cked her again
Now watch a n*gga come up, watch a n*gga come up
Grinding, diamonds shining, top reclining we doing it big
Watch a n*gga come up, watch a n*gga come up

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
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 n*ggas talk (ha ha...)
Watch a n*gga come up off this trap phone
Cold jeans hold the coke, five, flex, roam
In the clouds - care less about the chit chatter
Bad b*tches don't f*ck these SoundCloud rappers
[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]
One, two, buckle my Giuseppe shoes
Pockets full of revenue, kitchen filled with residue
Pitching on the avenue, million dollar attitude
f*ck you, pay me, I don't show gratitude
Told that hoe bring it back, rewind it
Now I got her on my mic beatboxing
You ain't gotta look for it, we got it
Get it hard, break it down, cut then re-watch it

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Big dreams, big bags of bread
Big money, you f*cking with the kid
(Watch a n*gga come up)
Inf beams, triple beams it seems
The street n*ggas know just what I mean
(Watch a n*gga come up)
Born hustler, n*ggas got to get paid
sh*t real from the cradle to the grave
(Watch a n*gga come up)
Got to get it, we got, got to get it
Got the bread for the hit, n*gga, we with it
(Watch a n*gga come up)

[Verse 5: 50 Cent]
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
Camouflage, damn I'm large, oh God
Aventador Lambo, hop in and just push start
I go 0 to a 100, n*gga, real quick
You talk money, I got money, this real sh*t
It's independent, now we eating of a big plate
First week I make a million off my mixtape
Hello, you n*ggas is slow, you got to catch up
You business savvy, you got to step up
You new like a hoe, I don't understand ya
'Til you eating the cheese, ratting on camera
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Big dreams, big bags of bread
Big money, you f*cking with the kid
(Watch a n*gga come up)
Inf beams, triple beams it seems
The street n*ggas know just what I mean
(Watch a n*gga come up)
Born hustler, n*ggas got to get paid
sh*t real from the cradle to the grave
(Watch a n*gga come up)
Got to get it, we got, got to get it
Got the bread for the hit, n*gga, we with it
(Watch a n*gga come up)