Higher

Lyrics
[Chorus] Who higher than me? Bad bitch, she put that shit on, baby get flyer than me And the opps never come this way, niggas stay on they side of the street Brodie moving on the time with the G (brody moving on time with the g, boom) He gon' slide and repeat, I'ma go plane jane, time; AP I told you bitches stop bothering me I was only tryna vibe with the freak [Verse 1] Mob ties, so I throw up the 3's I count that money, it's going with me Play with that money, it's over for you New money it's never ovеr for me And she bad, but she got no cheesе That right there, ain't nothing I need Pack right here, we still moving p's Strap right here, I let that shit squeeze She got a nice ass, oh let me squeeze it Kick in the door, I ain't using no key I make some room in this shit, had to squeeze R.I.P. Nico and R.I.P Feez (R.I.P Block) [Chorus] Who higher than me? Bad bitch, she put that shit on, baby get flyer than me And the opps never come this way, they stay on they side of the street Brodie moving on the time with the G He gon' slide and repeat, I'ma go plane jane, time; AP I tell your bitch to stop bothering me I was only tryna vibe with the freak [Verse 2] Miami skyline, I slide with a freak Why God keep blessing me and I ain't even sneeze Why did I spend all that money on Rick, when I should've went and bought L.V.? Why when I talk that money, they looking at me like I speak Chinese? And I ain't gon' argue with you, so don't try to argue with me Smoke in the air, it get harder to see Hot box the whip, and the shit getting foggy She gon leap on it, she feeling froggy Bad lil thing, shit from New Orleans I only like dollar signs, and shorty keep telling me that she a Taurus I'm tryna get inside like a tourist Big money, that shit on the floor Brodie hop out, holding a torch Tryna split him like he got divorced And I know you know Jay Critch Don't make me go Jason Borne Get some blood on my white Air Force Brody like chill I've been feening to score She suck me out of my L.V. shorts Double cup, now I feel like I'm floating, I get airborne [Chorus] Who higher than me? Bad bitch, she put that shit on, baby get flyer than me And the opps never come this way, they stay on they side of the street Brodie moving on the time with the G He gon' slide and repeat, I'ma go plane jane; time AP I tell your bitch to stop bothering me I was only tryna vibe with the freak
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Credits
- Writers
- Laron
- Jay Critch