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The Come Up (feat. Eric Calder & Bennessy Beats) Video (MV)






Forty Mill - The Come Up (feat. Eric Calder & Bennessy Beats) Lyrics




I have got this feeling
That one day I will be king
And I live for the weekend
I'm diving in the deep end

I know you see me coming but won't holla back
I'm only seeing you, these other bitches wack
I'm fiending, hungry for the weekend
I need a reason, don't be playing pretend

Benny cooking up, what kind of shit is that
I'm busy chasing cheese, I'm busy chasing racks
On the come up, I don't need no back up
Get your racks up, homie don't you act tough

Ay, made some money out the dirt
On the grind, putting time, doing work
You're laughing now but don't even know my worth
I'm putting time into every single verse

It's kind of difficult when people don't believe in you
Telling lies on you, they won't even ride with you
"Hey Tyler, I been with you since day one"
Shut your ass, you a phony, you a fake one

I know you see me coming but won't holla back
I'm only seeing you, these other bitches wack
I'm fiending, hungry for the weekend
I need a reason, don't be playing pretend

Benny cooking up, what kind of shit is that
I'm busy chasing cheese, I'm busy chasing racks
On the come up, I don't need no back up
Get your racks up, homie don't you act tough

I have got this feeling
That one day I will be king
And I live for the weekend
I'm diving in the deep end

Ay, coming 2020 got the vision set
You're probably f*cking mad cause your bitch is wack
If you believe in Forty Mill, better place your bet
I just wanna live my life like it's a movie set

Yea, six speed shifting on a bitch, ay
Making moves like Kung-Fu, call me sensei
I can't wait until everyday a payday
All the haters crash and burn, call it mayday

I know you see me coming but won't holla back
I'm only seeing you, these other bitches wack
I'm fiending, hungry for the weekend
I need a reason, don't be playing pretend

Benny cooking up, what kind of shit is that
I'm busy chasing cheese, I'm busy chasing racks
On the come up, I don't need no back up
Get your racks up, homie don't you act tough

I have got this feeling
That one day I will be king
And I live for the weekend
I'm diving in the deep end
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I have got this feeling
That one day I will be king
And I live for the weekend
I'm diving in the deep end

I know you see me coming but won't holla back
I'm only seeing you, these other bitches wack
I'm fiending, hungry for the weekend
I need a reason, don't be playing pretend

Benny cooking up, what kind of shit is that
I'm busy chasing cheese, I'm busy chasing racks
On the come up, I don't need no back up
Get your racks up, homie don't you act tough

Ay, made some money out the dirt
On the grind, putting time, doing work
You're laughing now but don't even know my worth
I'm putting time into every single verse

It's kind of difficult when people don't believe in you
Telling lies on you, they won't even ride with you
"Hey Tyler, I been with you since day one"
Shut your ass, you a phony, you a fake one

I know you see me coming but won't holla back
I'm only seeing you, these other bitches wack
I'm fiending, hungry for the weekend
I need a reason, don't be playing pretend

Benny cooking up, what kind of shit is that
I'm busy chasing cheese, I'm busy chasing racks
On the come up, I don't need no back up
Get your racks up, homie don't you act tough

I have got this feeling
That one day I will be king
And I live for the weekend
I'm diving in the deep end

Ay, coming 2020 got the vision set
You're probably f*cking mad cause your bitch is wack
If you believe in Forty Mill, better place your bet
I just wanna live my life like it's a movie set

Yea, six speed shifting on a bitch, ay
Making moves like Kung-Fu, call me sensei
I can't wait until everyday a payday
All the haters crash and burn, call it mayday

I know you see me coming but won't holla back
I'm only seeing you, these other bitches wack
I'm fiending, hungry for the weekend
I need a reason, don't be playing pretend

Benny cooking up, what kind of shit is that
I'm busy chasing cheese, I'm busy chasing racks
On the come up, I don't need no back up
Get your racks up, homie don't you act tough

I have got this feeling
That one day I will be king
And I live for the weekend
I'm diving in the deep end
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Writer: Eric Calder, Ty Barone
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