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My jeans cost a
My whip the old school
Nothin' but bosses us
And you got no pool
So much champagne, I in it
OG, rolled a of it
Keep it G, you like the of it
to spend money, who's countin' it?
I'm the realest in the drop, left the dealer
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 probably it
When I talk, you niggas
Thirty thousand, spend it

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

Mixing gin up the Tequila
reefer
Got it twisted thinkin' I don't get up
you a believer
Camera's outside, go young Khalifa
No keys, left the 69
Cuz my just expired
I'm in my Cadillac I don't
Hit the club and get so
And I don't know about y'all
But all of my got bank
I'm for all of these bottles
I'm a boss nigga, fuck you
Good weed, good drink, better
Fast cars, club let us smoke
Grind hard, you don't work hard, never know
How it feel, to have a niggas that's real

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

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