Higher (feat. Pusha T & Mase)

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 n*ggas wanna fight

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

Make b*tches act out of spite, aiight

Oh momma, I got that bomb

I got that sh*t make your ass go run

My sh*t, not make n*ggas 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*cker

Higher than a motherf*cker

Higher than a motherf*cker, 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*cker

Higher than a motherf*cker

Higher than a motherf*cker, 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 n*gga, I'm about my bacon

The shot n*ggas 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*cker

Higher than a motherf*cker

Higher than a motherf*cker, yeah!

B*tch hold smoke longer

Choke hold so strong, broke your armor

Now you're wide open, right?

You ain't even smokin' right

B*tch hold the smoke

Cough hope, Harpo

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

You're higher than a motherf*cker

High in this b*tch, high as a motherf*cker

I'm high and this b*tch fine as a motherf*cker

I'm high as a motherf*cker

I hear sirens, she dying in this motherf*cker

Moment of silence for this motherf*cker

I'm just higher than a motherf*cker

I'm higher than a motherf*cker

I'm higher than a mother