How High
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros
We ain't have no money, we was broke (Yeah, yeah)
Police at the fucking front door
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl (Yeah, yeah)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros
We ain't have no money, we was broke (Yeah, yeah)
Police at the fucking front door
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl (Yeah, yeah)
Just a college nigga tryna smoke
Just a college nigga, honor roll
I dropped out of college, lost my home
Yeah, I'm stacking up all these student loans
Yeah, the dean is racist, I'm a criminal
I just dropped your college on my clothes
I just dropped your college on these stones, Eliott
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros (Yeah, yeah)
We ain't have no money, we was broke (Yeah, yeah)
Police at the fucking front door (Yeah, yeah)
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl (Yeah, yeah)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros (Yeah, yeah)
We ain't have no money, we was broke (Yeah, yeah)
Police at the fucking front door (Yeah, yeah)
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl (Yeah, yeah)
On my grind, yeah, every day
Praying that I don't make no mistakes
'Member times was hard, making something shake
I'm in L.A. with a earthquake
Yeah, I just moved to L.A., feel like Kanye
Everybody wanna have a Kim K
I'm just tryna kick it like a sensei
I just want my money to come undelayed
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros (Yeah, yeah)
We ain't have no money, we was broke (Yeah, yeah)
Police at the fucking front door (Yeah, yeah)
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl (Flush, flush, flush, flush, flush)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros (Yeah, yeah)
We ain't have no money, we was broke (Yeah, yeah)
Police at the fucking front door (Yeah, yeah)
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl
She interrogates, I got hoes in every state (Yeah)
Lil' bitch, I am Bourne, got no baby on the way (Yeah)
I ain't worried 'bout that nigga, man, that nigga fake (Yeah)
I just found my fortune, it in a rainbow (Yeah)
When I was little, said, "That shit was gold" (Yeah)
I keep going platinum, swear I ain't though (Yeah)
Niggas barcode, niggas sold they soul (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros (With my bros)
We ain't have no money, we was broke (We was broke)
Police at the fucking front door (At the door)
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl (Flush, flush, flush, flush, flush)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros (With my bros)
We ain't have no money, we was broke (We was broke)
Police at the fucking front door (At the door)
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl (Flush, flush, flush, flush, flush)
Let's switch positions
Stack my commission, fuck all the bitches
Gotta get your riches (Huh? Huh? Wait)
She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition
Money talk, my pockets critics, yeah
Fuck the check up (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Fuck the check up (Yeah), fuck the check up (Yeah)
Private jet, us (Yeah), new necklace (Yeah)
They respect us (Yeah), 'cause I got my check up
"Damn Pi'erre, where'd you find this?"
"Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?"
"You not listening to me, bro, just say it!"
"No, "Pi'erre, do you wanna come out here?"
"Pi'erre, do you wanna come out here?"
"No, s—you not sayin' it!"
"I did say it! What the fuck?"
"Rock gotta hear you!"
"Say it again!"
"I said it three times!"
"I didn't hear you"
"Why Rock need to hear me?"
"You need to stop playin' wit' me" ("If I'm talkin' with Pi'erre?")
"Oh, you talkin' wit' Pi'erre... what's up?"
"Hi!"
"You talkin' to the ceilin'"
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros
We ain't have no money, we was broke (Yeah, yeah)
Police at the fucking front door
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl (Yeah, yeah)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros
We ain't have no money, we was broke (Yeah, yeah)
Police at the fucking front door
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl (Yeah, yeah)
Just a college nigga tryna smoke
Just a college nigga, honor roll
I dropped out of college, lost my home
Yeah, I'm stacking up all these student loans
Yeah, the dean is racist, I'm a criminal
I just dropped your college on my clothes
I just dropped your college on these stones, Eliott
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros (Yeah, yeah)
We ain't have no money, we was broke (Yeah, yeah)
Police at the fucking front door (Yeah, yeah)
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl (Yeah, yeah)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros (Yeah, yeah)
We ain't have no money, we was broke (Yeah, yeah)
Police at the fucking front door (Yeah, yeah)
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl (Yeah, yeah)
On my grind, yeah, every day
Praying that I don't make no mistakes
'Member times was hard, making something shake
I'm in L.A. with a earthquake
Yeah, I just moved to L.A., feel like Kanye
Everybody wanna have a Kim K
I'm just tryna kick it like a sensei
I just want my money to come undelayed
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros (Yeah, yeah)
We ain't have no money, we was broke (Yeah, yeah)
Police at the fucking front door (Yeah, yeah)
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl (Flush, flush, flush, flush, flush)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros (Yeah, yeah)
We ain't have no money, we was broke (Yeah, yeah)
Police at the fucking front door (Yeah, yeah)
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl
She interrogates, I got hoes in every state (Yeah)
Lil' bitch, I am Bourne, got no baby on the way (Yeah)
I ain't worried 'bout that nigga, man, that nigga fake (Yeah)
I just found my fortune, it in a rainbow (Yeah)
When I was little, said, "That shit was gold" (Yeah)
I keep going platinum, swear I ain't though (Yeah)
Niggas barcode, niggas sold they soul (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros (With my bros)
We ain't have no money, we was broke (We was broke)
Police at the fucking front door (At the door)
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl (Flush, flush, flush, flush, flush)
Roamin' around Queens with my bros (With my bros)
We ain't have no money, we was broke (We was broke)
Police at the fucking front door (At the door)
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl (Flush, flush, flush, flush, flush)
Let's switch positions
Stack my commission, fuck all the bitches
Gotta get your riches (Huh? Huh? Wait)
She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition
Money talk, my pockets critics, yeah
Fuck the check up (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Fuck the check up (Yeah), fuck the check up (Yeah)
Private jet, us (Yeah), new necklace (Yeah)
They respect us (Yeah), 'cause I got my check up
"Damn Pi'erre, where'd you find this?"
"Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?"
"You not listening to me, bro, just say it!"
"No, "Pi'erre, do you wanna come out here?"
"Pi'erre, do you wanna come out here?"
"No, s—you not sayin' it!"
"I did say it! What the fuck?"
"Rock gotta hear you!"
"Say it again!"
"I said it three times!"
"I didn't hear you"
"Why Rock need to hear me?"
"You need to stop playin' wit' me" ("If I'm talkin' with Pi'erre?")
"Oh, you talkin' wit' Pi'erre... what's up?"
"Hi!"
"You talkin' to the ceilin'"
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Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks
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