Ole Holter - Coming for It Lyrics

Now we up back in it
Now we up back in it
Now we up back in it
Stacks up, I got racks up
So she wanna text me back now
Hold up back up
Everybody on my dick now ion want nun
And they talking bout the money but I don't see none
Say she wanna have my babies, she be crazy
Riding round in a mercedes, I be lazy
Got me a little shawty, and she loves me
Got me all up in my feelings, she so lovely
Yeah we f*ckin up the city now
I got prada on my mutherf*ckin sneakers now
My baby callin me so imma go and hit it now
In love with money, yeah so imma go and get it now
I got the city on my back yeah
Prada on me imma blow another stack yeah
Take it out and imma blow it on her back yeah
Climbing to the top I'm coming for the plaques yeah
I be coming for it
I be coming for it
I be coming for it
I be coming for it
Yeah, I be coming for it
She looks so nice in a dress
You know I'm a sucker for it
I got something in my cup
Thinkin imma doze of a bit
But I know damn well
That she just wanna sip
So we up in the sheets
I be thinking this is it
And I be in the booth
Cookin up another hit
So when the money comin
Imma buy you anything
And imma take you to Paris
Living like this a dream
We gon live like this a dream baby
In the bahamas and we blowing of some steam baby
Everybody wanna switch up to my team lately
But i sit back, sip coca with that cream baby
Main, f*ck it
We on a roll
So I'm motherf*ckin cocky
I got a goal
Aint nobody that can stop me
Sippin patrol
Chain icy like its hockey
Imma call you on a f*ckin walkie talkie
Aint got no style all i see is tacky tacky
Nah we aint bros imma put that on my auntie
Love my beef with a little teriyaki
I be coming for it
I be coming for it
I be coming for it
I be coming for it
Get it, get it
I hit it hit it
But never quittin
I'm doin numbers
And money comin in when I'm winning
It aint no stopping
I'm doing all this shit for a living
So all my closest can get rich, and get drippin
Posted, keep my friends close and family even closer
Getting to the money, doin shit like I'm supposed to
I don't even need a label, my music is my exposure
I got some fresh bread I don't put it in a toaster
Gon buy my mama a house and my pops the new roadster
We living our life, for dinner I'm eating lobster
Take care of my girl every day we gettin closer
Bitches tryna call me but you know I'm gonna ghost her