Cause we still ride on swangs and the vogues Pop rubberbands cause we got plenty dough Throw so money in the skyyyy and put your h's up higgghhh [Verse:] Hop up
we still ride on swangs and the vogues Pop rubberbands cause we got plenty dough Throw so money in the skyyyy and put your h's up higgghhh [Verse:] Hop up
to come up, and get mo' cheddar I know you mad, cause my Benz got a lil' leather I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high I told Z-Ro when I met him, nigga
see them niggaz in the front, talking loud and capping True bad boys, move in silence make it happen My niggaz, get smoked out high niggaz Branded up
was named after him One thing he promised, is that the world was gon be all screwed up I was on a first Screw tape to hit the market, All Screwed Up Yeah
coming down We some six figga niggas Screwed Up Click on the rise Screwed Up Click'd never fall baby, we coming down We some six figga niggas Screwed Up
nobody, nope not a god damn soul So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of cold Thinking why niggas let me broke, in this city of Houston
find Z-Ro, certified platinum on a million dollar paper chase Pulling up next to the police and blowing this weed in they face But they try to blow my high
Country Like Overalls You Kno Dat Dawg Catch Me In A Slab Same Color As Bowling Balls Crusin Up The Avenue Im Probaly Gonna Give You Up On Cost Cause
poor boy down. Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit, Put luggage in my hands, And I woke up high over Albuquerque On a jet to the promised
occur Heard i'm sexin' sade And i bought her a fur Battin' eyes at toni braxton And i bought her a fur Now i'm hittin' whitney houston Oh, she bought
Little Love on Christmas day Spread a Little Love on Christmas day Spread a Little Love on Christmas day Spread a Little Love on Christmas day Somewhere high up
put 24s on em [Chamillionaire:] Yea, Yea, Yea What up Khaled Ay, I'm pullin' up in somethin' you should take a picture of Liftin' up the lambo do's,
So tonight I'll just fuck you like We're in Houston Takin everything slow So slow, so slow, But I do it to her [Chopped and screwed voice:] Draped up
a goose down coat, I cant see you through a Mosley Tribes So i don't even flinch when you throw me high fives, They try to measure up but there is no
they won't let the poor boy down Sure as you're born brought me a silk suit Put luggage in my hand And I woke up high over Alberquerque On a jet to the
another hit man Hold up, I wanna go up, don't wanna throw up My clique pour up, and every bad chick know us Dance, the boy got us all feelin high Ask
t make up for what you've done But you still try to be the one Love me, love me Feed the flame If you want me back again Burn into the sky Higher and higher