berner - come on lyrics
[intro]
taylor gang over everything
drugstore cowboy
[chorus]
where i’m from we just live a little different
flip european whips and get money outta b-tches, come on (get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
yeah, where i’m from we just live a little different
flip european whips and get money outta b-tches, come on (get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
[verse 1]
yeah, got a call from a renegade b-tch
yeah, she said she wanna come
i told her come on, bring me my money, i’m in my own zone
a lot of squares on my nerves, i tell ’em die slow
ride slow, zip-lock full of fly smoke
white gold lookin’ crazy when the lights low
i might blow forty grand in this nightclub
and make a few haters sick, step your life up
or get knifed up, hoes getting wifed up
dope fiends holdin’ white cups
sh-t trippy, ain’t it? how the game switched
the weed game’s f-cked up, back to ‘caine flips
and my main b-tch brought me dirty g’s, she had a great night
f-ck ’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
[chorus]
where i’m from we just live a little different
flip european whips and get money outta b-tches, come on (get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
yeah, where i’m from we just live a little different
flip european whips and get money outta b-tches, come on (get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
[verse 2]
yeah, i’m just washin’ dirty money like dishes
grown men sub-tweeting like b-tches, come on
i’m on my own sh-t, forty with the long clip
snakes in the gr-ss, need to get the lawn clipped
all in my bis’, worry bout yo own sh-t
foreign b-tch, new foreign whip
kat sick without pourin’ sip
gimme more bricks
double down, gimme more chips
i’m in a morgue sick lookin’ at his body, d-mn
why’d he have to go so young? they tried to rob him
friends keep goin’, it happens often
my hoe b-tches keep me spoiled rotten
i’m sittin’ in a ghost at six in the mornin’
just left the club with wiz all the champagne pourin’ got my head hurtin’
yeah, i look like a dead person
my money right, you been hurtin’
come on
[chorus]
where i’m from we just live a little different
flip european whips and get money outta b-tches, come on (get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
yeah, where i’m from we just live a little different
flip european whips and get money outta b-tches, come on (get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
(get some money with me)
[outro]
yeah
come on (get some money with me)
come on (get some money with me)
come on (get some money with me)
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