Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come-N-Go, artist - Irv Gotti. Date of issue: 04.11.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Come-N-Go |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Where are all my niggas at |
| Where are all my bitches at |
| Huh, it’s anotha one |
| Another Murder Inc Joint |
| Anotha Irv Gotti and Seven joint |
| Bitches come, bitches go |
| But little do they know we don’t love them ho’s |
| Niggas come, niggas go |
| We ain’t dealin wit niggas that ain’t got no dough |
| (Repeat once) |
| Yeah |
| Just incase y’all didn’t remember |
| Pimp up! |
| Ho’s down |
| And them rollies that didn’t know me |
| Know now |
| Know how, I lay the ism to the women |
| Pop a collar don’t drop a dollar |
| Still gettin it grinin |
| Slicker than linin |
| Wit the gator, hard bottle |
| See the dog got him |
| Droppin it like it’s hot |
| Rubber band wrapped in knots |
| Keep the space to a minimum |
| I don’t rap alot |
| A prince like J |
| And I’m serious about my pay |
| So play if you wanna mama |
| Daddy Caddy got an ass whippin for ya in the cut |
| So go on and act up |
| Watch my chips stack up |
| Cuz in this world it’s M-O-B |
| Pimpin is in my blood |
| But I got thug tendinsies |
| Lead spit, my guns got a mind of their own |
| And a 'Lac truck sittin on top of the chrome |
| I’m tryna own, land |
| So I plan to blow |
| And chase the dough |
| Cuz bitches come and go, motherfuckers |
| Bitches come, bitches go |
| But little do they know we don’t love them ho’s |
| Niggas come, niggas go |
| We ain’t dealin wit niggas that ain’t got no dough |
| (Repeat once) |
| Yeah, pimpalicious |
| Uh-huh |
| Female pimp, Baller |
| Gangsta bitch |
| It Don’t matter what you call me, just call me miss |
| Y’all all can get, a peice of my love |
| As long as you lickin and trickin and peice me wit dubs |
| It’s all love |
| Cuz playboy, I’m not a hater |
| But Vita, will bring joy like a needa baka |
| Yea, and you lames get your weight up |
| If you had and you shoot your plants wit data |
| I advise you, not to try to, hard |
| Cuz you can get a E for F’in a scratch dark |
| Now listen, cuz niggas ain’t shit but tricks wit dicks |
| And I quote this, watch this |
| I play em like a game of spades |
| Kick back, martini’s, while I lie in the shade |
| Ladies, if you really wanna know |
| It’s all about the dough cuz niggas come and niggas go, ma |
| Bitches come, bitches go |
| But little do they know we don’t love them ho’s |
| Niggas come, niggas go |
| We ain’t dealin wit niggas that ain’t got no dough |
| (Repeat once) |
| Where all my ladies wit the cash that rock (we right here) |
| Where my pimps wit the knots in their socks (we right here) |
| See my game’s intact |
| Y’all lames is whack |
| Braggin bout stacks, playa fall back |
| All my gangsta mommas |
| Let em know ain’t no need to holla |
| Playa drop them dollaz |
| Picture that |
| Hustlin grindin and gettin stacks |
| Just to pin ya back, To a brodie |
| Man y’all know me |
| More or less know me |
| Ain’t got love |
| Just log and bubble yum |
| And I’m fresh outta guns |
| So niggas you play dumb |
| But I know how it go |
| And one things for sure |
| These bitches come and go (Uh-huh) |
| Bitches come, bitches go |
| But little do they know we don’t love them ho’s |
| Niggas come, niggas go |
| We ain’t dealin wit niggas that ain’t got no dough |
| (Repeat once) |