[Verse 1: Carmine]
Try'na blow my high
But I don't even smoke
Do they got my size?
I don't even know
But, they sending that sh** for free so
I'll take what I can get, yea
Listening to the g-code
Got scarface in the whip
And, my face and your tits
Baby, your place in a bit
And, I hope you got a charger for my phone before I hit
Hit, hitting like a new system and I just got this sh** put in
And the salesman look like Ike Turner now ain't that a f**ing coincidence
Yea, old prints in my wallet when the face was a little smaller
And, I call her a b**h but she complain that I never call her
Color lipstick on my collar
Breitling on my cufflinks
Maybe I'm just dreaming but that B had some fluff wings
Enough, enough, enough of things
b**h, I came from nothing
The immaculate conception, go f** your mother, I'm stunting
Raised in the air baby, that was just my up bringing
Raised in some Air's, how is that for product placing
[Hook: Carmine]
Feeling so high, high
Fingers in the sky, sky
Bottles in the air, yea
I can't even drive
I might leave it all here, no
I won't be surprised
If I spend it all tonight, well
That's alright, that's alright, that's alright
[Verse 2: Carmine]
Never been in a Benz
But I bet that b**h smell good
And so I'm in
Keeping the peace with accents of wood
And a flock of geese
That's a bunch of Grey Goose bottles
And in my jeans
Pieces of paper that need commas
Yea, counting
Never see you out here
Relaxing with my feet up man I shoulda brought my couch here
Duffle bag g's, All Us tees is what I'm packing
I swear to god I look good and y'all just look like fashion
Stussy hats and money matching
That hundred looks like that one
And that one looks like that one
Working never to see my last one
My schedule 'bout to fill up
My cup about to fill up
She asked me what I want, I said, "Everything, hold the pillows"
Cause, b**h this ain't no dream
So spread it in these covers just like it's a magazine
And all of this sh**, all of this sh** ain't what it seems
Big closets and big profits, it's about the little things
I'm a little pa** half a gla** it matters what you see
[Hook: Carmine]
Feeling so high, high
Fingers in the sky, sky
Bottles in the air, yea
I can't even drive
I might leave it all here, no
I won't be surprised
If I spend it all tonight, well
That's alright, that's alright, that's alright
[Verse 3: Carmine]
Working with these bottles like they come with stock options
They're over flowing, over flowing, soaking up all of my clothing
Getting all my money wet that's on the table, baby hold it
Don't just sit there looking pretty girl
Get your a** in motion
Mother-f** your new shoes 'ho
Know how much this sh** taste?
It'll make them parallel lines on them S's straight
I get them crooked letters, crooked letters
They looking at us
I'm just try'na make them f**ers jealous
Ain't that what matters?
[Hook: Carmine]
Feeling so high, high
Fingers in the sky, sky
Bottles in the air, yea
I can't even drive
I might leave it all here, no
I won't be surprised
If I spend it all tonight, well
That's alright, that's alright, that's alright