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[chorus]
yeah, in the booth, gettin’ high
yeah, goin’ up, so i gotta hold it down
yeah, all the bad b_tches outside
yeah, freak b_tch, finna take her to the house
swear i been a real n_gga all my life
smoke fire blunt, that’s a high_five
you ain’t tryna run it up, boy, you fried
ain’t sh_t but that money on my mind

[verse 1]
every single day, i be on the grind
all that sh_t fake, n_gga just rhyming
n_gga, take the cap off, quit lying
n_gga, i just wanna shine like my diamonds
on the way to the top, i been climbing
i been smoking za, gettin’ higher than the pilot
stackin’ all this guap, n_gga, now my money piling
finally, all this hard work done paid off
how the f_ck i woke up to a check on my day off?
brodie been swingin’ them sticks, he don’t play golf
got a hood b_tch, she’ll spray you with some mace, dog
until you come up, all you gotta do is stay down
in the party, brodie got it tucked, he don’t play ’round
all i gotta do is spit a bar to get paid now
and they know my bro’ll lit a spark if it came down to it
b_tch at the spot, ass up and her face down (ugh)
[chorus]
yeah, in the booth, gettin’ high
yeah, goin’ up, so i gotta hold it down
yeah, all the bad b_tches outside
yeah, freak b_tch, finna take her to the house
swear i been a real n_gga all my life
smoke fire blunt, that’s a high_five
you ain’t tryna run it up, boy, you fried
ain’t sh_t but that money on my mind

[verse 2]
ain’t my birthday, but i run that cake up
i’m a real stoner, fire it up on the wakeup
you just now got you some money, boy, you late, bruh
i’m tryna ball on ’em, i don’t got no time to lay up
n_ggas be tellin’ fake stories, yeah, they made up
she was trippin’, had to tell her tie her lace up
when you finally get you some money, they gon’ hate you
i ain’t never need a b_tch, all i need is that paper
that ho catfish, she ain’t sh_t without makeup
big b_tch, shorty got that ass, told her, “shake somethin'”
big bl!ck, brodie’s stick look like a ray gun
all these broke n_ggas what i gotta stay ‘way from
how the f_ck you say you got a bag, but ain’t made nothin’?
if it ain’t about a bag, then don’t say nothin’ to me
livin’ dreams with my day_ones
ice on my neck, young n_gga spent that pape’ on ten
[chorus]
yeah, in the booth, gettin’ high
yeah, goin’ up, so i gotta hold it down
yeah, all the bad b_tches outside
yeah, freak b_tch, finna take her to the house
swear i been a real n_gga all my life
smoke fire blunt, that’s a high_five
you ain’t tryna run it up, boy, you fried
ain’t sh_t but that money on my mind, yeah (cheeze)

[outro]
know what i’m sayin’?
yeah
skii

- luh tyler

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