[Verse One: Emilio Rojas]
I'm in and cruising with b**hes
That's in a bruise and they interested in tattoos
And they smelling like there's a brewery that's slipped into they perfume
And I love it, I'm into trouble, it ain't around, I'mma seek it out
I'm like a cutter, I feel alive when I'm bleeding out
I'm sitting down to do business, I got chancletas on
Naked broads dance at the meetings, I'm finna smang ‘em all
I leave my kids in the tissue they wipe they make-up on
And if your mama raised a good girl, your mama raised you wrong
My faith is gone, now all I believe in is money, money and money and money
Should I repeat it? Money, if what you see is what you get
Then it ain't a secret, you ain't never gon' be sh**, why?
You never seen sh**, I ain't facetious, I mean that I'm needing lump sums
‘Cause I'mma give my kids the trust issues that come trust funds
These b**hes see, going down on me like a come-up
Wanting all them problems money can buy except the drug ones
I'm done running, that don't mean I'm done running sh**
I could take a break for a half and let you catch up a bit
Just wait a second, any cash, I'mma double it
Until my album budget's like petty cash in the government
I be album working like Halliburton was fronting it
And you can tell I'm eating, I'm out stunting with chubby chicks
I don't wanna answer your calls, send me a f**ing text
‘Cause I be cutting you off if you ain't cutting checks
[Hook: Emilio Rojas]
We doing high level sh**, money in the clip
Running down that paper while you cuffing on your b**h
And we don't give a damn where you from or who you with
Hell no, we on that high level sh**
We doing high level sh**, money in the clip
Running down that paper while you cuffing on your b**h
And we don't give a damn where you from or who you with
Hell no, we on that high level sh**
[Verse Two: Freeway]
This is high level with sky level with my bezel, courtesy of rollie big face
sh** takes MC's light years to get on my level
Bring Superman down to earth, get they sh** quaked
We make hit songs, y'all hit brakes, hit the pause bu*ton
Better wonder, shots random, squeeze the cannon
Hear the thunder fastbreak, y'all n***as skate like the laws coming
Different Strokes, Phillip Drummond, different dough, hood sh**
Richard Poe, jump out the Lambo when the Lambo keep running
And your b**h never fronting, she always told me it's a go
Maybe it's the dough or maybe it's the flow
If so, may me make them hoes go crazy, tell ‘em sah pah saviv
‘Cause your boy so Haiti, all that means that I'm surviving
All that means I'm still mobbing after a natural disaster
I'm still ready for action, shout out to Bronson if you see As-Salamu
When you see me, salute me, not a kink in my armor
It's weird how my mama think I'mma a rap star
But I'mma part time pipe bomber, teem early
So I'm resting in the night hours, get broke, move coke, white power
[Hook]