Higher (Album Version|Edited)
The-Dream"Higher (Album Version|Edited)" is a song by The-Dream, released in 2012 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:33 long and contains 91 lines and 640 words.
Lyrics
0:02Look at your money
0:03Ooh momma, this could be you
0:07On the right side of this drop
0:10Ooh momma, throw it in reverse
0:13I call that back it up and drop a
0:16Baby, baby baby, baby baby
0:18Baby, baby baby, baby baby
0:19Baby, baby baby, baby baby
0:21Baby, baby baby, baby baby
0:28Oh, girl I think that she like
0:31I got that shit that make niggas wanna fight
0:34I got that shit that make bitches act right
0:37Make bitches act out of spite, aiight
0:41Oh momma, I got that bomb
0:44I got that shit make your ass go run
0:47My shit, not make niggas get guns
0:50But the white girls say, "Where you get that cool beat from?"
0:54She love it (She love it)
0:56Every beat of the drum, she sprung
1:00She say I make her wanna touch it
1:01She love it (She love it)
1:03She make me wanna touch it
1:05I love it (I love it)
1:06We buzzin', yeah
1:08Higher than a motherfucker
1:11Higher than a motherfucker
1:15Higher than a motherfucker, yeah
1:20Yeah, I've been known to chase 'em
1:23Known to replace 'em
1:24Shoe game outta this world, I outer space 'em
1:27Known to have a hundred and one, like Dalmatians
1:30Maybe if she special enough, I'll glass case her
1:34Get caught cheating and I gotta let you stick me up
1:37Let you shop 'til you drop as a pick-me-up
1:39Bergdorf bandit, Barnies for the burglary
1:43But these bands lift the whole store like Hercules
1:46Get raunchy in Givenchy, my palm reads
1:49Passports Pinot Noir in arm's reach
1:53Paddle shiftin', push-button, no car keys
1:56The penthouses are poolside with palm trees
2:00She love it (She love it)
2:01Every beat of the drum, she sprung
2:04She say I make her wanna touch it
2:07She love it (She love it)
2:08She make me wanna touch it
2:10I love it (I love it)
2:11We buzzin', yeah
2:14Higher than a motherfucker
2:17Higher than a motherfucker
2:20Higher than a motherfucker, yeah
2:26Uh, one-two one-two guess who back again
2:30Uh, Harlem in this-what? Yeezy let Manhattan in
2:33Get my mic right, turn my levels up
2:36Get the light right, turn my bezel up
2:39You hear the bounce on it, go and throw your mouth on it
2:42So many ghosts in my garage they think my house haunted
2:44Long as my buckle say Hermes, the rumors I'm not concerned with
2:48They wanna garnish my earnings before I send it I burn it
2:51You know them people too convinced that my money's gettin' rinsed
2:54Her Louis seven inch, they TMZ me through my tint
2:57I bumped into Loon he like, "Well, as-salamu alaykum"
3:01You know I ain't Muslim my nigga, I'm about my bacon
3:04The shot niggas takin' you'd think I'm rollin' 'round with Reagan
3:07A Mexican landscape and come rake in what I'm makin'
3:10Think you blew me up with your bougie butt
3:13But you ain't slow me up, I'm on the charts, you move me up
3:16I'm like a drug overlord, my jewelry's overboard
3:19It's hard to believe dollar sign e-even know the Lord
3:22Already wrote it off, so just ignore the cost
3:25So when I'm rollin' off I'm showin' off with no remorse
3:28Sh'mon
3:30We buzzin', yeah
3:32Higher than a motherfucker
3:35Higher than a motherfucker
3:38Higher than a motherfucker, yeah
3:45bitch hold smoke longer
3:48Choke hold so strong, broke your armor
3:52Now you're wide open, right?
3:55You ain't even smokin' right
3:57bitch hold the smoke
3:59Cough hope, Harpo
4:01Gotcha knocked out, now you know you're smokin' loud
4:08You're higher than a motherfucker
4:10High in this bitch, high as a motherfucker
4:13I'm high and this bitch fine as a motherfucker
4:17I'm high as a motherfucker
4:19I hear sirens, she dying in this motherfucker
4:22Moment of silence for this motherfucker
4:25I'm just higher than a motherfucker
4:30I'm higher than a motherfucker
4:33I'm higher than a mother-
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 shit that make niggas wanna fight I got that shit that make bitches act right Make bitches act out of spite, aiight Oh 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?" 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 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 motherfucker Higher than a motherfucker Higher than a motherfucker, 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 nigga, 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 motherfucker Higher than a motherfucker Higher than a motherfucker, yeah bitch hold smoke longer Choke hold so strong, broke your armor Now you're wide open, right? You ain't even smokin' right bitch hold the smoke Cough hope, Harpo Gotcha knocked out, now you know you're smokin' loud You're higher than a motherfucker High in this bitch, high as a motherfucker I'm high and this bitch fine as a motherfucker I'm high as a motherfucker I hear sirens, she dying in this motherfucker Moment of silence for this motherfucker I'm just higher than a motherfucker I'm higher than a motherfucker I'm higher than a mother-
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