This is a song about "Money come up"

Can't they come up wit they own shit

How bout we blow this bit

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Like come on bitch step ya game up

Just remember when you come up

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Come up, steal the show, make em overflow,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I wanna grow up rappin, makin bundles of money

Called up yo girl to come chill

Lady at the frank stand will

It still will come up clever

Took the van, went snatch her

Come up to me with something harsh

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours