Carmine - Blow My High lyrics

[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