Come Down

Sosa baby!
Ear Dummers
Bang, bang, bang
Mike WiLL Made-It

I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the Lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain't talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I'm already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I'd be insane to complain, baby
I'm so high, I don't wanna come down

Sosa baby, GBE baby
Hopped out the car smelling like a skunk
And I'm cleaned up, something like a mop
Trap wanging, something like a trunk
And I stand tall, something like a dunk
Talking about the money, talking about the "frr-beep"
Hey baby, you know what the fuck you do to me
I'm riding with my shooter, he won't hesitate to squeeze
Any homie, you know what the fuck he do for me
Fifty stuffed up in my Balmains
And what I'm toting, the sawed off thang
Knock you down, like a Chiraq Blackhawks game
I ain't never had nothing

I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the Lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain't talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I'm already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I'd be insane to complain, baby
I'm so high, I don't wanna come down

Talk about a come up
Me and my young bulls playing with a lump sum
Niggas that owe me always trying to avoid me
Clutching my .40 and fucking with li'l shorty
They wanna gossip all through the day
Meanwhile, we flossing every way
Forget what it's costing
We get it right back when we lost it
My G.I. Joe got the MAC in case they wanna cross me
Being impatient got me a new spot that's spacious
And I don't test drive the sedan, I take it
I wanna shine, I wanna rub it in their faces

I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the Lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain't talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I'm already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I'd be insane to complain, baby
I'm so high, I don't wanna come down

All of these bitches call me big daddy
Do so much shit in KOD, they calling me Trick Daddy
Moncler with Louboutin, yeah, I mismatch it
You can tell I'm a rich nigga by looking at me
I'm just chilling, my nigga, my diamonds dancing
You know I shop on Rodeo, I'm never tacky
I'm paper chasing 'till they put me in a casket
I swear them hundreds singing to me like a ballad
When I get that Murciélago, I'ma drive it like a Audi
I pay my tithes with these strippers, yeah
I'm trying to die a fucking billionaire
Balmains, got like every pair
On top, I ain't going anywhere

I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the Lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain't talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I'm already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I'd be insane to complain, baby
I'm so high, I don't wanna come down