Listen to Higher song with lyrics from The-Dream

Higher

The-Dream, Pusha T17 Sep 2012

Higher Lyrics

 

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

 

Oh, girl I think that she like

 

I got that sh*t that make niggas wanna fight

 

I got that sh*t that make b**ches act right

Make b**ches act out of spite, aiight

 

Oh momma, I got that bomb

I got that sh*t make your a** go run

My sh*t, not make niggas get guns

 

But the white girls say, "Where you get that cool beat from?"

 

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 motherf**ker

Higher than a motherf**ker

Higher than a motherf**ker, yeah

 

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 lift 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 penthouses are poolside with palm trees

 

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 motherf**ker

Higher than a motherf**ker

Higher than a motherf**ker, yeah

 

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 ni**a, 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

 

We buzzin', yeah

 

Higher than a motherf**ker

 

Higher than a motherf**ker

 

Higher than a motherf**ker, yeah

 

 

B**ch hold smoke longer

 

Choke hold so strong, broke your armor

 

Now you're wide open, right?

 

You ain't even smokin' right

B**ch hold the smoke

Cough hope, Harpo

 

Gotcha knocked out, now you know you're smokin' loud

 

You're higher than a motherf**ker

High in this b**ch, high as a motherf**ker

 

I'm high and this b**ch fine as a motherf**ker

 

I'm high as a motherf**ker

 

I hear sirens, she dying in this motherf**ker

 

Moment of silence for this motherf**ker

I'm just higher than a motherf**ker

 

I'm higher than a motherf**ker

 

I'm higher than a mother-

 

 

 

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