Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Higher, artist - The-Dream. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Higher |
| 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 wanna fight |
| I got that shit that make bitches act right |
| Make bitches act out of spite, aiight |
| 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, Barnies 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 penthouses 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 hear the bounce on it, go and 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 Louis 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 |
| Sh’mon |
| 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- |