Fly High lyrics

[Intro]
La música de Harry Fraud
Oh, oh, oh
Young Jefe, holmes

[Verse 1]
They tell you the world is yours and then they make it hard to live
This money ain't accounted for, but b*tch, I'm worth some M's
I never doubted her, I seen it right from the beginning
And she came over here because she really wanna win
She let me f*ck her friend and now she wanna f*ck again
And your thoughts must be broke if you don't think my b*tch a ten
He thought life was a game until it hit him on his chin
Your wife don't be wearin' her ring when she be f*ckin' 'round with him
30, 30, I miss you, yeah, I wish you would've answered that last call
OT Bam, I miss you, dawg, I still remember our last talk
Now that I do this sh*t for y'all, I'm just gon' let that bag talk
Pull up to Bank of America doin' a motherf*ckin' cash walk, n*gga

[Chorus]
Fly high, fly high
They don't never trust they timing
Must be the reason all these n*ggas dying
Fly high, fly high
She into money, purses, and diamonds
That n*gga say he f*cked for free, he lying
Fly high
[Verse 2]
They gon' pretend they love you, crazy what that cash do
I'm in a fast coupe, gonna bust a fast move
I know some secrets 'bout you but I never asked you
I blew a bag too, why you in a bad mood?
Kept it one hundred when I really could've trashed you
Steak cost a hundred, lil' b*tch, they call it wagyu
Let's not forget 'bout all these n*ggas stealing swag too
Just like my pictures, ho, please stay up off my 'Gram, fool
I'm still chillin' in them trenches with that 40 tucked
He get to trippin', I shoot like a Milwaukee Buck
Heard n*gga b*tchin', oh, she ain't pickin' up
I heard she ridin' with Young Jefe in that Bentley truck

[Chorus]
Fly high, fly high
They don't never trust they timing
Must be the reason all these n*ggas dying
Fly high, fly high
She into money, purses, and diamonds
That n*gga say he f*cked for free, he lying
Fly high