Higher

Album: Cruel Summer (2012)
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  • Look at your money
    Ooh momma, this could be you
    On the right side of this drop
    Ooh momma, throw it in reverse
    I call that back it up and drop a
    Baby, baby baby, baby baby
    Baby, baby baby, baby baby
    Baby, baby baby, baby baby
    Baby, baby baby, baby baby
    Oh, girl I think that she like
    I got that shit that make niggas want fight
    I got that shit that make bitches act right
    Make bitches act out of spite, aight
    Oh momma, I got that bomb
    I got that shit make your ass go run
    My shit, not make niggas get guns
    But the white girls say, "Where you get that cool beat from?"

    She love it (She love it)
    Every beat of the drum, she sprung
    She say I make her wanna touch it, she love it (She love it)
    She make me wanna touch it, I love it (I love it)
    We buzzin', yeah
    Higher than a motherfucker
    Higher than a motherfucker
    Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

    Yeah, I've been known to chase 'em
    Known to replace 'em
    Shoe game outta this world, I outer space 'em
    Known to have a hundred and one, like Dalmatians
    Maybe if she special enough, I'll glass case her
    Get caught cheating and I gotta let you stick me up
    Let you shop 'til you drop as a pick-me-up
    Bergdorf bandit, Barney's for the burglary
    But these bands lift the whole store like Hercules
    Get raunchy in Givenchy, my palm reads
    Passports Pinot Noir in arm's reach
    Paddle shiftin', push-button, no car keys
    The pent houses are poolside with palm trees

    She love it (She love it)
    Every beat of the drum, she sprung
    She say I make her wanna touch it, she love it (She love it)
    She make me wanna touch it, I love it (I love it)
    We buzzin', yeah
    Higher than a motherfucker
    Higher than a motherfucker
    Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

    Uh, one-two one-two guess who back again
    Uh, Harlem in this-what? Yeezy let Manhattan in
    Get my mic right, turn my levels up
    Get the light right, turn my bezel up
    You either bounce on it, go 'head throw your mouth on it
    So many ghosts in my garage they think my house haunted
    Long as my buckle say Hermes, the rumors I'm not concerned with
    They wanna garnish my earnings before I send it I burn it
    You know them people too convinced that my money's gettin' rinsed
    Her Loubis seven inch, they TMZ me through my tint
    I bumped into Loon he like, "Well, as-salamu alaykum"
    You know I ain't Muslim my nigga, I'm about my bacon
    The shot niggas takin' you'd think I'm rollin' 'round with Reagan
    A Mexican landscape and come rake in what I'm makin'
    Think you blew me up with your bougie butt
    But you ain't slow me up, I'm on the charts, you move me up
    I'm like a drug overlord, my jewelry's overboard
    It's hard to believe dollar sign e-even know the Lord
    Already wrote it off, so just ignore the cost
    So when I'm rollin' off I'm showin' off with no remorse, shamone!

    We buzzin', yeah
    Higher than a motherfucker
    Higher than a motherfucker
    Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

    Bitch hold smoke longer
    Choke hold so strong, broke your armor
    Now you're wide open right?
    You ain't even smokin' right
    Bitch hold the smoke
    Cough hope, Harpo
    Gotcha knocked out, now you know you're smokin' loud
    You're higher than a motherfucker
    High in this bitch, high as a motherfucker
    I'm high and this bitch fine as a motherfucker
    I'm high as a motherfucker
    I hear sirens, she dying in this motherfucker
    Moment of silence for this motherfucker
    I'm just higher than a motherfucker
    I'm higher than a motherfucker
    I'm higher than a mother Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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