Came Up by Broadway Dolla Lyrics

[Intro]
Turn the music up

[Hook]
I said I came up
Muthaf*** I came up
My n**** I came up

[Yeah]
Rose gold chain, Iced out ring
Throw it in the air, Money ain't a thang
Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang


[Verse 1: Broadway Dolla]
Trap star, rap star, crack God I got a black card
Paid my dues, made the rules, gangsta sh** I do it that hard
I ball so hard my sh** crazy, f*** you n**** better pay me
Got cake to bake, more cake make, wait, wait, I'm jaded

Rage against the machine, I got paid servin' all these fiends
F*** the overseers pretend to oversee us
You got nothin' on me mister officer uh uh
Mister officer, your team ain't strong enough
I'm Randolph , Mortimer, ------ No trading places
I still live the matrix, I'm ridin' dirty, I'm faded I'm wasted
I'm high off the life, man I get what I want
What don't give me I take it
Attorney faded them cases, I seen them haters hated
But I don't f*** wit' the lame sh**, so f*** you n**** I made it

Breathe, stretch, shake that's what Mase said
Cards always trump f*** wit' aces
Gotta get the money times wastin' uh... break bread

Started from the bottom but I came up
I don't never change still the same one
I'm the realest n***** since day one
And Imma be that n***** til my day come


Turn the muthaf**** music up

[Hook]
I said I came up
Muthaf*** I came up
My n***** I came up

Rose gold chain, Iced out ring
Throw it in the air, Money ain't a thang
Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang

[Verse 2: Broadway Dolla]
Foreign cars got a few of those, I'm a super freak, I got super h***
When the top come down they remove their clothes
My life's a mov-ie yo not in the stud-i-o uh
Had to dumb it down for these dumb f****
A n**** got rich cause of dumb luck
The coke came raw it was uncut
The money came in loads like a dump truck

Bakin' soda, bakin' soda
Pyrex vision, cook in my kitchen
Real rap n****, you should pay attention
Couldn't talk if I ain't live it, now I'm livin' my vision
Now I'm livin' my vision, ---- roof gone on the six b****
Ain't gotta cook in my kitchen,--- every night Ruth Chris

Food made to order, ----- had a son made a daughter
Now I do all for the fam straight
But I ain't know it came wit a fanbase, and a damn case, in the damn race, For this damn cake. F**** it, now the fam straight
StreetLife ... ----- that's the brand name

American gangsta, Coke or Pepsi
American hustle move the dope like they let me... I should win an Espi

American gangsta, Coke or Pepsi
American hustle move the dope like they let me... I should win an Espi
----- I should win an Espi
[Hook]
I said I came up
Muthaf*** I came up
My n**** I came up

Rose gold chain, Iced out ring
Throw it in the air, Money ain't a thang
Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang-Thang

[Outro]
Millionaire flow ------ Billionaire flow ------ Millionaire flow

Mass you a beast for this one man....