G-Unit - Come Up Feat. 50 Cent,Lloyd Banks,Young Buck,Tony Yayo & Kidd Kidd

 

Lyrics to Come Up Feat. 50 Cent,Lloyd Banks,Young Buck,Tony Yayo & Kidd Kidd by G-Unit

  [Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah I’m that paper chasing, money-making hustler N-gga, you know how I get down [Hook: 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 Shit 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] Whenever you should wanna have it, do you need me? Drug dealer jewellery, 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 rolling My holy flow keep the demons folding 24k - my team is golden [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 two’s and tighten up n-ggas with loose screws [Bridge: 50 Cent] Your bitch wanna be my bitch She saying we friends; I done f-cked her again Now watch a n-gga come up; watch a n-gga come up Grinding, diamond shining; drop the climbing and 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 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 bitches don't f-ck these SoundCloud rappers [Verse 4: Kidd Kidd] one, Two, buckle my Giuseppe shoes Pockets full of revenue; kitchen filled of residue Pitching on the avenue - million dollar attitude F-ck 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 [Hook] [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; 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 n-ggas 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 [Hook]