Greedy Money - Get Higher lyrics

[Intro Skit] Pastor Clever: Can I talk to you for a minute Mrs. Parker? Smokey: I told you. The weed be letting you know... [Intro: RÄLÏ] (I guess... I'll make up some sh**) If you get high, I don't see how you couldn't like this [Verse I: RÄLÏ] Stop what you're doing, everybody get a look at this My flow so sharp, make a n***a wanna slit his wrist Heads bob when I, find a beat and then I k** the sh** f** that b**h too? That's another on my bucket-list I'm high Rolling blunts Smoking dubs Going up Blowed as f** Who are you? No one tough Making change Taking dames Breaking bank Banging ba** Puffing dank n***as ain't who they say Right? [Chorus: RÄLÏ] So I gotta get my money up? So I gotta get my money up So I gotta get my money up? So I gotta get my money up So I gotta get my money up? So I gotta get my money up So I gotta get my money up? So I gotta get my money up [Verse II: RÄLÏ] April, May, June, July Summertime, Anytime Twenty-Four-Seven Three-Sixty-Five Oh my God On my grind all the time Getting high Blowing smoke to the sky Living life [Verse III: RÄLÏ] So hot that the sun wanna fight me So hot that your girl wanna ride me Stand back, or get checked like a Nike So fly I don't know where the ground be Two b**hes: bad betties Two feelings: mad, ready You n***as ain't ready [Verse IV: RÄLÏ] These n***as in the rap game They all just actors k**ing n***as in the rap game Bringing back cadavers She say I hit, it give her back pain Say she wanna have my last name Schooling n***as in the rap game? I just got my Master's! Codename: RÄLÏ Yo girl, I be Inside, all week Stroking nicely Smoking my weed Sipping Iced Tea Lï [Outro] So I gotta get my money up? So I gotta get my money up So I gotta get my money up? So I gotta get my money up Can it get like this? Can it get like this? Can it get like this? I'm the sh** like this!