Higher Lyrics - Cruel Summer - G.o.o.d. Music

[Intro: The Dream] 

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 

Ohh, girl I think that she like 

I got that shit that make niggas want fight 

I got that shit that make bitches act right 

Make bitches act out of spite, aiight 

Ohh momma, I got that bomb 

I got that shit make your ass go run 

My shit, not make niggas get guns 

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

[Hook: The Dream] 

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 motherfucker 

Higher than a motherfucker 

Higher than a motherfucker, yeah 

[Verse 1: Pusha T] 

Yeah, Ive 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, Ill 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 lit the whole store like Hercules 

Get raunchy in Givenchy, my palm reads 

Passports Pinot Noir in arms reach 

Paddle shiftin, push-button, no car keys 

The pent houses are poolside with palm trees 

[Hook] 

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 motherfucker 

Higher than a motherfucker 

Higher than a motherfucker, yeah 

[Verse 2: Mase] 

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 either bounce on it, go head throw your mouth on it 

So many ghosts in my garage they think my house haunted 

Long as my buckle say Hermes, the rumors Im not concerned with 

They wanna garnish my earnings before I send it I burn it 

You know them people too convinced that my moneys 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 aint Muslim my nigga, Im about my bacon 

The shot niggas takin youd think Im rollin round with Reagan 

A Mexican landscape and come rake in what Im makin 

Think you blew me up with your bougie butt 

But you aint slow me up, Im on the charts, you move me up 

Im like a drug overlord, my jewelrys overboard 

Its hard to believe dollar sign e-even know the Lord 

Already wrote it off, so just ignore the cost 

So when Im rollin off Im showin off with no remorse 

Shmon 

[Hook] 

We buzzin, yeah 

Higher than a motherfucker 

Higher than a motherfucker 

Higher than a motherfucker, yeah 

[Outro] 

Bitch hold smoke longer 

Choke hold so strong, broke your armor 

Now youre wide open right? 

You aint even smokin right 

Bitch hold the smoke 

Cough hope, Harpo 

Gotcha knocked out, now you know youre smokin loud 

Youre higher than a motherfucker 

High in this bitch, high as a motherfucker 

Im high and this bitch fine as a motherfucker 

Im high as a motherfucker 

I hear sirens, she dying in this motherfucker 

Moment of silence for this motherfucker 

Im just higher than a motherfucker 

Im higher than a motherfucker 

Im higher than a mother