Oh, she's an eight ball She's rolling faster than a white wall She's got an avalanche packed in a snow ball She's losing all the leeches like a stonewall
She's loaded up She's the underdog Gonna take a mighty swipe at the high hogs While they're sipping on their drinks in a thick fog Making eyes at the girls like bullfrogs
I'm telling you sir She's coming up from, coming up from Coming up, coming up from behind, yeah She's coming up from, coming up from Coming up, coming up from behind You'd like her hanging Like a sneaker on a live wire dangling While your Wall Street pockets are jangling With the hollow jackpot of your rich kid games
It's a long shot She's got the truth and her tongue for a slingshot But she's taking steady aim at the big shots It's hard to miss the ruling bullies on the blacktop You better pocket your turf
She's coming up from, coming up from Coming up, coming up from behind, yeah She's coming up from, coming up from Coming up, coming up from behind You had her hanging Like a sneaker on a live wire dangling While your golden-lined pockets were jangling With the hollow jackpot of your wretched games
She caught your sick lie It was creeping in the shadow of your white smile Lurking underneath the cover of your bedroom eyes Were you greasing up plans for your small fry?
You wanna talk it up, do you? Well you're floating like a royal balloon, oh Your ego's swollen to the size of the moon, well I think you found somebody to cut you down to size
Coming up from, coming up from Coming up, coming up from behind, yeah Well, well. She's coming up from behind Coming up from, coming up from Coming up, coming up from behind She's coming up from, coming up from Coming up, coming up from behind