Came up Lyrics

Inna new Maybach

I came up on a rack

I can see through the cracks

Fill the wood with a eighth

I don't listen to hate she wan give me a taste

Told her get on the plate told her get on the plane

I hop in that Rari and race got no money you stay in yo place

Off a Xanny she fell on her face seen my diamonds she stuck on my face

I'm feeling like Uzi I'm out in the islands she in a jacuzzi

She taking it off I'm paying my bail I'm finna get off

Her body can talk I'm listening to it its calling my name

The price of the fame I got me some racks but I wont be the same

But I gotta win my scars on my body show that I'm a fighter

My racks in the safe we really done made it I'm having my way

Inna new Maybach

I came up on a rack

I can see through the cracks

Fill the wood with a eighth

I don't listen to hate she wan give me a taste

Told her get on the plate told her get on the plane

I get geeked and I get in the zone lotta models they all in my home

And she wanna go for the camera I told Cameron gon get me the racks

Cuz I'm finna spend a bag in the mall I put slicks on the whip

Imma need some extra grip its a thousand horses under the hood

Double c on my feet I look good

If she got a Patek then you know she wit me

I'm who he wanna be that's why he hate talking cant get through the gate

FN on me regulate rocking dolce then you late

Inna new Maybach

I came up on a rack

I can see through the cracks

Fill the wood with a eighth

I don't listen to hate she wan give me a taste

Told her get on the plate told her get on the plane