Higher

My money gettin' higher like I'm high up with the weed
They call me Mr. Clean because my whip so clean
And bitch my blunt be spillin' nuggets cause this shit too much
Like my Mommy said when I gave her my Maybach truck
Park that mother fucker down in my lil' basement huh
Fuckin' batcave Bruce Wayne as my sidekick huh
Watch be too iced out can't tell the time on it huh
Goober got them with the 9
Poppin' out I can't decide
If I'm rockin' with my Gucci or my Louis this time
Off the Henny
Off the molly
Off the liquor this time
I can't lie
Feel alive
And I'm closer to the sky
I'm alive
This is mine
We ain't never gonna die
Yeah I'm
Too damn high
Bitch I'm too damn fly
Bitch we reaching for the sky
Smokin' pounds of cali dank
My shit came wrapped in cellophane
I ain't ever gonna change
I ain't never gonna stop
My money comin' in from Cali to The Bronx



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Pena
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