Текст песни G.O.O.D. Music - Higher

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[Intro: The Dream] 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 Ohh, girl I think that she like I got that shit that make niggas want fight I got that shit that make bitches act right Make bitches act out of spite, aiight Ohh 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?" [Hook: The Dream] 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 [Verse 1: Pusha T] 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 lit 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 pent houses are poolside with palm trees [Hook] [Verse 2: Mase] 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 [Hook] [Outro: Cocaine 80s] 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

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