[Intro] Taylor gang over everything Drugstore Cowboy [Hook] Where I'm from we just live a little different Flip European whips and get money outta ******* Come on (Get some money with me) Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different Flip European whips and get money outta ******* Come on (Get some money with me) [Verse 1] Got a call from a renegade ******* Yeah she said she wanna come home I told her come on Bring me my money I'm in my own zone A lot of *******s on my nerves, I tell them die slow Ride slow Ziploc full of fly smoke White gold lookin crazy when the lights low I might blow 40 grand in this nightclub And make a few haters sick, step your life up Or get knifed up, Hoes getting wifed up ****** fiends holding white cups *******t trippy, ain't it? How the game switched The ****** game's ****** up, back to cane flips And my main ******* brought me dirty gs, she had a great night ****** 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] Im just wa*******ng dirty money like dishes Grown men sub-tweeting like ******* Come On Im on my own *******t .40 with the long clip Snakes in the grass Need to get the lawn clipped All in my biz Worry bout yo own *******t Foreign ******* new foreign whip Kat sick without pourin sip Gimme more bricks Double down gimme more chips Im in a morgue sick Looking at his body dead Why’d he have to go so young They tried to rob him Friends keep goin Happens often My ho ******* keep me sport ridin Im sittin in a Ghost at six in the morning Just left the Club with Wiz all the Champagne pouring got my head hurtin Yea I look like a dead person My money’s right You been hurtin Come On
[Intro] Taylor gang over everything Drugstore Cowboy [Hook] Where I'm from we just live a little different Flip European whips and get money outta ******* Come on (Get some money with me) Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different Flip European whips and get money outta ******* Come on (Get some money with me) [Verse 1] Got a call from a renegade ******* Yeah she said she wanna come home I told her come on Bring me my money I'm in my own zone A lot of *******s on my nerves, I tell them die slow Ride slow Ziploc full of fly smoke White gold lookin crazy when the lights low I might blow 40 grand in this nightclub And make a few haters sick, step your life up Or get knifed up, Hoes getting wifed up ****** fiends holding white cups *******t trippy, ain't it? How the game switched The ****** game's ****** up, back to cane flips And my main ******* brought me dirty gs, she had a great night ****** 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] Im just wa*******ng dirty money like dishes Grown men sub-tweeting like ******* Come On Im on my own *******t .40 with the long clip Snakes in the grass Need to get the lawn clipped All in my biz Worry bout yo own *******t Foreign ******* new foreign whip Kat sick without pourin sip Gimme more bricks Double down gimme more chips Im in a morgue sick Looking at his body dead Why’d he have to go so young They tried to rob him Friends keep goin Happens often My ho ******* keep me sport ridin Im sittin in a Ghost at six in the morning Just left the Club with Wiz all the Champagne pouring got my head hurtin Yea I look like a dead person My money’s right You been hurtin Come On
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