High lyrics

by

T-Pain


[Intro]
Ooh-wee, T-Mix classic, daddy, what you know about that?
Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee
Where ya at with it daddy?
sh*t, please believe it

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
One ninty proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Uptowners inside the booth, shut down anybody who
Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave, found in a body bag
Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag
Flossy n*gga, but there lies a killer behind the flash
Bossy n*gga, so presidential, thanks to my dad
Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad
I'm mad as a motherf*cker, why? I'm rich
Buy a bag, brother, get a n*gga high, I'm lit
I'm bad, I hit ya in ya eye, and ya b*tch
I hit ya where ya hide, now ya it, now ya sick
Hot Boy, baby, yeah, hot cars, stock car, rock star, what ya know about it?
It's not four, baby, unless you're Weezy F Baby
And please say the Baby when you say it, motherf*cker

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But f*ck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But f*ck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah
[Verse 2: Birdman]
See, we ride for flame, n*gga, a G to my name, n*gga
I dos my thang, n*gga, I'm gettin' this change, n*gga
So who's to blame, n*gga, about the game, n*gga
They said I did it, so f*ck them n*ggas
I gave the plan, n*gga, I gave the game, n*gga
I'm doin' my thang, and still f*ck them n*ggas
I know the lane, n*gga, I know the pain, n*gga
I know the fame, and still f*ck them n*ggas
n*gga, yeah, we chillin' with them b*tches on us
Holla, n*gga, while we countin' our hood riches
Thinkin' 'bout all the hood n*ggas
Never got a chance to hit licks for them six figures, n*gga
And if you doin' it how we done it, n*gga
Watch for the law, 'cause we knew when it was comin', n*gga
And every summer had Hummers, n*gga
Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothin', n*gga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But f*ck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But f*ck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, check it, and no b*tch can't, and no n*gga won't
f*ck with me, play with me, no
'Cause I got me, fasho
And I got D's to blow, fasho
Come on, now if ya feel me, put ya guns in the air
Pull 'em out and let the player haters know that it's there
Bang that motherf*cker, and pop that motherf*cker
Yeah, fall back, young man, who?
Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, you understand?
Yeah, wife beater fittin' me perfect, exactly
Jeans falling off my ass, pocket cash showin'
Rock 'n' roll, we can rock to my pad, yeah
Cold Saki shots, chilled Patron, half a glass, yeah
Whoa, now she hot, now it's on, now she bent
I let her clothes drop, while she goin' to my bed
And I'm goin' to my bed right behind her
Got a couple questions in her pus*y, I picked tonight to find 'em
And I might define 'em if I hit from right behind her
I get her how I got her, now she diggin' my persona
She like a virgin, but like Madonna
I don't believe her at all, I'm just tryna ride ya
Until the seats fall off, but we good
This is Cash Money, Young Money, get it understood

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But f*ck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But f*ck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah
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