| Look at your money
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| Ooh momma, this could be you
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| On the right side of this drop
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| Ooh momma, throw it in reverse
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| I call that back it up and drop a
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| Baby, baby baby, baby baby
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| Baby, baby baby, baby baby
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| Baby, baby baby, baby baby
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| Baby, baby baby, baby baby
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| Oh, girl I think that she like
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| I got that shit that make niggas wanna fight
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| I got that shit that make bitches act right
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| Make bitches act out of spite, aiight
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| Oh momma, I got that bomb
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| I got that shit make your ass go run
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| My shit, not make niggas get guns
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| But the white girls say, «Where you get that cool beat from?»
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| She love it (She love it)
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| Every beat of the drum, she sprung
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| She say I make her wanna touch it
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| She love it (She love it)
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| She make me wanna touch it
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| I love it (I love it)
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| We buzzin', yeah
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| Higher than a motherfucker
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| Higher than a motherfucker
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| Higher than a motherfucker, yeah
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| Yeah, I’ve been known to chase 'em
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| Known to replace 'em
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| Shoe game outta this world, I outer space 'em
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| Known to have a hundred and one, like Dalmatians
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| Maybe if she special enough, I’ll glass case her
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| Get caught cheating and I gotta let you stick me up
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| Let you shop 'til you drop as a pick-me-up
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| Bergdorf bandit, Barnies for the burglary
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| But these bands lift the whole store like Hercules
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| Get raunchy in Givenchy, my palm reads
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| Passports Pinot Noir in arm’s reach
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| Paddle shiftin', push-button, no car keys
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| The penthouses are poolside with palm trees
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| She love it (She love it)
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| Every beat of the drum, she sprung
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| She say I make her wanna touch it
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| She love it (She love it)
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| She make me wanna touch it
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| I love it (I love it)
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| We buzzin', yeah
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| Higher than a motherfucker
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| Higher than a motherfucker
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| Higher than a motherfucker, yeah
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| Uh, one-two one-two guess who back again
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| Uh, Harlem in this-what? |
| Yeezy let Manhattan in
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| Get my mic right, turn my levels up
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| Get the light right, turn my bezel up
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| You hear the bounce on it, go and throw your mouth on it
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| So many ghosts in my garage they think my house haunted
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| Long as my buckle say Hermes, the rumors I’m not concerned with
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| They wanna garnish my earnings before I send it I burn it
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| You know them people too convinced that my money’s gettin' rinsed
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| Her Louis seven inch, they TMZ me through my tint
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| I bumped into Loon he like, «Well, as-salamu alaykum»
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| You know I ain’t Muslim my nigga, I’m about my bacon
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| The shot niggas takin' you’d think I’m rollin' 'round with Reagan
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| A Mexican landscape and come rake in what I’m makin'
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| Think you blew me up with your bougie butt
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| But you ain’t slow me up, I’m on the charts, you move me up
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| I’m like a drug overlord, my jewelry’s overboard
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| It’s hard to believe dollar sign e-even know the Lord
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| Already wrote it off, so just ignore the cost
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| So when I’m rollin' off I’m showin' off with no remorse
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| Sh’mon
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| We buzzin', yeah
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| Higher than a motherfucker
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| Higher than a motherfucker
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| Higher than a motherfucker, yeah
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| bitch hold smoke longer
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| Choke hold so strong, broke your armor
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| Now you’re wide open, right?
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| You ain’t even smokin' right
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| bitch hold the smoke
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| Cough hope, Harpo
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| Gotcha knocked out, now you know you’re smokin' loud
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| You’re higher than a motherfucker
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| High in this bitch, high as a motherfucker
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| I’m high and this bitch fine as a motherfucker
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| I’m high as a motherfucker
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| I hear sirens, she dying in this motherfucker
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| Moment of silence for this motherfucker
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| I’m just higher than a motherfucker
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| I’m higher than a motherfucker
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| I’m higher than a mother- |