Gettin higher and higher, there ain't no roof.
From where they take them old beats and turn em into news
Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago
My money don't fold i'm gettin' this dough
At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous
And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush
Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick
Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick
My records sell, yes sir
And we'd be gettin higher
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