Higher lyrics
by Jay Critch
[Chorus]
Who higher than me?
Bad b*tch, she put that sh*t on, baby get flyer than me
And the opps never come this way, n*ggas stay on they side of the street
Brodie moving on the time with the G (brody moving on time with the g, boom)
He gon' slide and repeat, I'ma go plane jane, time; AP
I told you b*tches stop bothering me
I was only tryna vibe with the freak
[Verse 1]
Mob ties, so I throw up the 3's
I count that money, it's going with me
Play with that money, it's over for you
New money it's never ovеr for me
And she bad, but she got no cheesе
That right there, ain't nothing I need
Pack right here, we still moving p's
Strap right here, I let that sh*t squeeze
She got a nice ass, oh let me squeeze it
Kick in the door, I ain't using no key
I make some room in this sh*t, had to squeeze
R.I.P. Nico and R.I.P Feez (R.I.P Block)
[Chorus]
Who higher than me?
Bad b*tch, she put that sh*t on, baby get flyer than me
And the opps never come this way, they stay on they side of the street
Brodie moving on the time with the G
He gon' slide and repeat, I'ma go plane jane, time; AP
I tell your b*tch to stop bothering me
I was only tryna vibe with the freak
[Verse 2]
Miami skyline, I slide with a freak
Why God keep blessing me and I ain't even sneeze
Why did I spend all that money on Rick, when I should've went and bought L.V.?
Why when I talk that money, they looking at me like I speak Chinese?
And I ain't gon' argue with you, so don't try to argue with me
Smoke in the air, it get harder to see
Hot box the whip, and the sh*t getting foggy
She gon leap on it, she feeling froggy
Bad lil thing, sh*t from New Orleans
I only like dollar signs, and shorty keep telling me that she a Taurus
I'm tryna get inside like a tourist
Big money, that sh*t on the floor
Brodie hop out, holding a torch
Tryna split him like he got divorced
And I know you know Jay Critch
Don't make me go Jason Borne
Get some blood on my white Air Force
Brody like chill I've been feening to score
She suck me out of my L.V. shorts
Double cup, now I feel like I'm floating, I get airborne
[Chorus]
Who higher than me?
Bad b*tch, she put that sh*t on, baby get flyer than me
And the opps never come this way, they stay on they side of the street
Brodie moving on the time with the G
He gon' slide and repeat, I'ma go plane jane; time AP
I tell your b*tch to stop bothering me
I was only tryna vibe with the freak