Birdman, Lil Wayne - High lyrics

Ohhhwe, ten mins classic daddy
What you know about that?
Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee
Where ya at wit' it daddy?
Shit, please believe it

One-ninety proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Up-towners 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 nigga
But there lies a killer behind the flash
Bossy nigga, so presidential
Thanks to my dad gotta add
How I got four states to call a pad
I'm mad as a motherfucker, why? I'm rich
Buy a bag, brother, get a nigga high, I'm lit
I'm bad, I hit'chu in ya eye and ya bitch
I hit'cha where ya hide, now ya it


Now ya sick
Hot Boy baby, yeah, hot cars, stock car
Rock star
What'cha know about it? It's not four babies
Unless you're Weezy F Baby
And please say the Baby when you say it
Motherfucker

Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high

Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high

See we ride for flame, nigga, a G to my name
Nigga i dos my thang, nigga
I'm getting this change, nigga
So who's to blame, nigga, about the game
Nigga
They said I did it, so fuck them niggas
I gave the plan, nigga, I gave the game
Nigga
I'm doin my thang, and still fuck them niggas
I know the lane, nigga, I know the pain
Nigga
I know the fame, and still fuck them niggas
Nigga, yeah
We chilling with them bitches on us
Holla, nigga
While we counting our hood riches
Thinking 'bout all the hood niggas
Never got a chance to hit
Licks for them six figures
Nigga, and if you doing it how we done it
Nigga watch for the law, cause we
Knew when it was coming, nigga
And every summer had Hummers, nigga
Spent a million dollars like
It wasn't nothing, nigga

Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high

Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high

Yo, check it
And no bitch can't, and no nigga won't
Fuck with me, play with me, no
Cause I got me fosho
And I got Ds to blow, fosho come on
Now if ya feel me put'cha guns in the air
Pull 'em out, and let the player haters
Know that it's there bang that motherfucker
And pop that motherfucker
Yeah, fall back, young man, who?
Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, you understand?
Yeah, wife beater fitting me perfect, exactly
Jeans falling off my ass, pocket cash showing
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 going to my bed
And I'm going to my bed right behind her
Got a couple questions in her pussy
I picked tonight to find 'em
And I might define 'em if I
Hit from right behind her
And get her how I got her
Now she digging 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

Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high

Riding in my wheels, late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high