Still High

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, this Money Counter Music) The shoes may not be sweet, but they two thousand I said, my kicks, they may not be sweet, but they two thousand (Two racks for these ugly-ass shoes) My ice look like a fountain (My ice wetter than a motherfuckin' fountain) Nigga, Rolls, uh, truck, hop out, hop— Hoppin' out the Rolls-Royce truck, we gon' get it clownin' [Verse 1] Niggas doin' too much (For real) Niggas doin' too much, I ran it up in two months I remember sippin' Act' with Vez out a fruit punch I missed a lot of class, but I never skipped school lunch I used to pop Xans, footballs, school bus Wake up and forgot what I did like I'm too drunk Now a nigga too turnt, two watches, two buffs I said I wasn't sippin', I hit Texas, now I'm screwed up I know some real niggas don't rap You heard that from Face, they make 100K a play Lock it down 'til it's hot, then we switchin' up the state You wanna shine, then come to my hood and get some flake [Chorus] Got a full tank of gas (Let's go, let's go) In my new S-Class (In my S-Class Benz) My face card hot My niggas gon' slide Got everything (Everything) In my rich bitch name (In my rich bitch name, yeah) 'Cause I'm hood rich La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da [Verse 2] I knew how to get some money, it just took me some time The hoes used to say fuck me, now they fallin' in line I go straight up in Saks and I tear down the inside I get Prada, Gucci, I'll cop whatever Burberry cool, but I rock the Louis sweater Twenty-four inches, eight-inch [?][1:30] It's G.T., bitch, I rock my chain, change the weather Niggas keep talkin' birds, they ain't even sold a feather Peanut butter seats with the wood on the inside Carbine on the dash, G-Wagen sit so high Number ones, don't tangle or twist it When it come to these cars, I got some shit I ain't whippin' [Chorus] Got a full tank of gas (For real, real) In my new S-Class (In my S-Class Benz) My face card hot (Hot) My niggas gon' slide (They gon' slide, they gon' slide for me) Got everything In my rich bitch name (Damn, I don't care, though) 'cause I'm hood rich (Come on) La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da [Outro] Money Counter, nigga Money Counter Music