6ix - Here We Come lyrics

[Verse 1: Gar Bear] Uh, I can get money with my eyes closed I'm the main event, can't get you into my shows (hah) It's funny cuz I call it work Riding round, getting money, cold gla** of purp and We going to school, trying to get some knowledge Money off my mixtape can get you through college and You know that sh** is unnecessary Started from the bottom and you know that's not hereditary (uh) Cuz I'm a self made man And I made millions you know why I have the plan to Hold the throne and rep my PGE team Rap game genius, underground king (uh) Damn, it's just hard being the best you know? It's just this burden I got to live with [Verse 2: Trigga Finger] We the mixtape legends, j**el-case rookies If you're slipping I'mma catch you like a hand in a cookie Jar-jar like Phantom, Rolls-Royce Phantom Shout out to Shaliya and all my girlies in Atlanta I'm a certified baller with an amateur hustle Spend a hundred mil it ain't nothing man I'm subtle You don't worry about much when you got this kind of money When you don't ask for change and you only carry hundeys Ice so cold make them haters say burr Life so reckless make your homies scream swerve (damn) Ayo shout out to PHS girls [Verse 3: Cole] Uh, I'm C-O-L-E and I'm repping PG Equipment studios Chilling with all my bros Sipping a little drank as Young Joe calls up the hoes And this is Fancy Music The fans, they bout to lose it When I flow at the show I hit the stage and I'm on a roll And at the concert I'm likely To go crazy like my boy Wylie And I'm always repping Nike Cuz baby I do it So sit back and relax and enjoy this Fancy Music Late night studio sessions Record it, shoot it, then rep it Drank got me feeling poetic I got your honey undressing Your girlie show me affection The music is truly a blessing (uh...aye) [Verse 4: Gar Bear] (GO) Throw 5k down in the club like it's nothing Girls all around, baby let me show you something Girl don't get offended if I leave and never call you Cuz I'm busy with your friend, to make you happy it's just how I do Damn, we go real hard Popping champagne with your dream girl and your dream car Cash flow stupid, merking all over my haters Man, I try to spend my money but I'm a magnet to the paper And (uh) make room for the best I'm the king now b**h, treat me with respect [Verse 5: Trigga Finger] Tabacco, toboggans My crew we be ballin That p**y we pop it (swag) Them heads, they be bobbing Them heartbeats, they pumping Them woofers, they thumping Like we bout to drop it something Here we come now, now we here Like we started from the bottom now we here Girlies start to smile soon as they hear If you ain't wet yet, b**h you don't got ears Cuz we roll up in that (?) with the (?) sign crest And I always keep it dope with the Polo on my chest I know you know that we the best Cuz you heard it from the rest Girl lets put your loyalty to the test [Leroy Wells Sample] See y'all don't want me to go to Holly-Wood Cuz y'all know I'mma take over [Verse 6: Cole] Back in the beginning people said we wouldn't make it But I'm flying over the world with your girl making her shake it Then I take it over seas to the concert, to the crowd And I make everything spiffy and we make the music loud But it's not about the money and it's not about the cash flow Not about the b**hes and it's not about the bad hoes It's not about the bottles and it's not about the cans It's all about the music and it's all about the fans (aye...yeah) [Leroy Wells Sample] Can you dig it?!