Drake, The Game, Lifestyle - Come Up lyrics

You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you
Niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ‘head and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you
Niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ‘head and throw ya one up

Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow
Blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
Blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow
Blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
Blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?

My nigga funeral Fab told be back in ’03
Rap ain’t nothin’ but cash, money, bitches
Foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases
Bad bitches by the flocks
And I know I promised my niggas
I’d never leave the block
But, shit changes
I done been through six Ranges
Hand on the Eagle
Yeah I got them Mike Vick fingas
Throwin’ bullets on par with the accuracy
Hit your whole faculty, like
Ain’t nobody jackin’ me
Before you do, you be layin’ in a box
While Jay kiss that ass goodbye (mwuah) , Lox
First shot, leave the niggas in shock
That second shot, that’s when that body drop
(Ya heard me?)
And niggas still askin’ ’bout Detox
I’ll tell you if you tell me who killed Pac
Aight then, I’m at this Pacquiao fight then
With Tyson
The way he’s stickin’, and movin’ the knife
Floyd might win

Testarossa, keep an extra toaster
It’s Hub city’s finest, they respect the most
My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tiger do that
Heard about the new cat
I whipped the Range through that
I’m in Toronto, Demar got a condo
Sittin’ courtside with Drake
Hector and Rondo
Bitches know my name, it’s Lifestyle
She fuck with that
Dick too big, like my lifestyle
You fuck with that?
Poppin’ champagne, we do the damn thing
Standin’ on the couches, Money Gang
That’s the campaign
B? in my pocket, Obama on my wrist
At the Ronald Reagan airport, yeah
I’m on my shit
Louis Vuitton luggage
Peanut butter with the red wheels
Started when the RED Album dropped, yeah
I’m gettin’ head still
In the club, lookin’ past you niggas
These bitches gas them niggas, Drizzy
Ask them niggas