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My cost a thousand
My from the old school
Nothin' but bosses us
And you ain't got no
So champagne, I drowned in it
OG, rolled a of it
Keep it G, you like the of it
Came to money, who's countin' it?
I'm the realest in the drop, just left the
In this I'm a killer, tell the coppers I ain't innocent
If it's poppin', I'm in it
Own it all, you rent it
When I talk, you listen
thousand, I'mma spend it

Hella bottles in my
Throwin' money on the
No, I ain't on the guest
I walk right in through the
I'm so turnt up, so up (Get higher!)
I'm so turnt up, so up (Get higher!)
I'm so turnt up, so up (Get higher!)
I'm so up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

Mixing gin up with the
Smokin'
Got it twisted thinkin' I don't get up
you a believer
Camera's outside, go young Khalifa
No keys, the 69 inside
Cuz my license just
I'm in my Cadillac I drive
Hit the and get so high
And I don't really about y'all
But all of my niggas got
I'm for all of these bottles
I'm a boss nigga, you think?
Good weed, good drink, clothes
Fast cars, club owners let us
hard, you don't work hard, you'll never know
How it feel, to a couple niggas that's real

Hella in my section
Throwin' money on the
No, I on the guest list
I walk in through the door
I'm so up, so turnt up (Get higher!)
I'm so turnt up, so up (Get higher!)
I'm so turnt up, so up (Get higher!)
I'm so up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

Get higher!
Get higher!
Get higher!
Get higher!