Trademark Da Skydiver and Corner Boy P - Too High

I only see the money surrounded by these bitches
Smokin' on this killa ridin' to my engine T-top soft
I'm wildin' gettin' paper on these niggas
I gives a fuck about nada
Bitch I'm too high for all that you still broke
That's yo problem bitch
I'm too high for all that
I hear your paper dissolving bitch
I'm too high for all that you niggas snitchin' and talkin' bitch
I'm too high for all that
I'm too high for all that bitch
I'm too high for all that

Soon as we step in that spotlight them niggas know who we is
That's them niggas that live
That Jet Life you heard about
They whips man all them dudes be fly as fuck
Nothin' less than Forgiattos underneath the cars and truck
I'm high on this ride man never have I smoked this much
It's cloudy on the inside of my whip but I'm still smoking
Tough super doobies back to back got yo bitch in here rollin'
Up all she do is twist an cut when she finished with me
Ima pass her to P so he could get stroked and sucked us JLR boys
Don't believe in savin' sluts you bring your bitch around me
You can guarantee I'm tossin' her up Flamingo Barnes
I'm the boss in the cut you ain't talkin' bout bucks
Then you lost what the fuck you talkin' that shit
Plus you talkin' too much
I'm only concerned with the paper
I touch moneys the only thing that moves me
That or a model chick who got a twin an they both tryna do me
Doobie upon doobie upon doobie till
I'm smoked out you can tell I'm gettin' paper from the way my pockets poke out

I only see the money surrounded by these bitches
Smokin' on this killa ridin' to my engine T-top soft
I'm wildin' gettin' paper on these niggas
I gives a fuck about nada bitch
I'm too high for all that you still broke that's yo problem bitch
I'm too high for all that I hear your paper dissolving bitch
I'm too high for all that you niggas snitchin' and talkin' bitch
I'm too high for all that I'm too high for all that bitch
I'm too high for all that

I'm only concerned about my money
I'm too high for that other shit
Offers all on my table
I'm just rollin' up to my accomplishments
5 pounds of smoke out, buy a new car I paint it
You lookin' like you could afford it yeah
Well buy it bitch lil' nigga
I'm faded sipped out she mollied out Louis V
When I loc out nigga I live in yo ho mouth
Rims tucked they don't poke out 12's beat
Till they blow out paint lacquers get layed on my leather soft as yo grandma couch
Nigga watch what you talkin' bout have them shooters outside yo mom house
Chevy frames on her front yard
Trust me you don't want it dog with my poker face
Pull yo whole card so stop frontin'
I can front ya boy pictures of your sister in my phone
Like that bitch posing for playboy real nigga
I don't play boy Jet Life 100 all my niggas 100
Came here to spend money 50 racks on this Rollie
I be damned if it ain't runnin'
Fuck yo bitch on these Fendi sheets nigga call me pretty Tony

I only see the money surrounded by these bitches
Smokin' on this killa ridin' to my engine T-top soft
I'm wildin' gettin' paper on these niggas
I gives a fuck about nada bitch
I'm too high for all that you still broke that's yo problem bitch
I'm too high for all that
I hear your paper dissolving bitch
I'm too high for all that you niggas snitchin' and talkin' bitch
I'm too high for all that
I'm too high for all that bitch
I'm too high for all that

Written by:
CAMERON THOMAZ, JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT, SHANTE FRANKLIN

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