Chris "Hitchcock" Chorney - Higher lyrics

[Intro: The Dream] Look at your money, ooh momma, this could be you On the right side of this drop Ooh momma, throw it in reverse I call that back it up and drop a Baby, baby baby, baby baby Baby, baby baby, baby baby Baby, baby baby, baby baby Baby, baby baby, baby baby [Verse 1: The Dream] Ohh, girl I think that she like I got that sh** that make n***as want fight I got that sh** that make b**hes act right Make b**hes act out of spite, aiight Ohh momma, I got that bomb I got that sh** make your a** go run My sh** knock, make n***as get guns But the white girls say, "Where you get that cool beat from?" [Pre-Hook: The Dream] She love it (she love it) Every beat of the drum, she sprung She say I make her wanna touch it, she love it (she love it) She make me wanna touch it, I love it (I love it) [Hook: The Dream] We buzzin', yeah Higher than a motherf**er Higher than a motherf**er Higher than a motherf**er, yeah [Verse 2: Pusha T] Yeah, I've been known to chase 'em, known to replace 'em Shoe game outta this world, I outer space 'em Known to have a hundred and one, like Dalmatians Maybe if she special enough, I'll gla** case her Get caught cheating and I gotta let you stick me up Let you shop 'til you drop as a pick-me-up Bergdorf bandit, Barney's for the burglary But these bands lift the whole store like Hercules Get raunchy in Givenchy, my palm reads Pa**ports, Pinot Noir in arm's reach Paddle shiftin', push-bu*ton, no car keys The pent houses are poolside with palm trees [Pre-Hook: The Dream] She love it (she love it) Every beat of the drum, she sprung She say I make her wanna touch it, she love it (she love it) She make me wanna touch it, I love it (I love it) [Hook: The Dream] We buzzin', yeah Higher than a motherf**er Higher than a motherf**er Higher than a motherf**er, yeah [Verse 3: Ma$e] Uh, one-two one-two guess who back again Uh, Harlem in this-what? Yeezy let Manhattan in Get my mic right, turn my levels up Get the light right, turn my bezel up You either bounce on it, go 'head throw your mouth on it So many ghosts in my garage they think my house haunted Long as my buckle say Hermes, the rumors I'm not concerned with They wanna garnish my earnings before I send it I burn it You know them people too convinced that my money's gettin' rinsed Her Lou B's seven inch, they TMZ me through my tint I bumped into Loon he like, "Well, as-salamu alaykum" You know I ain't m**m my n***a, I'm about my bacon The shot n***as takin' you'd think I'm rollin' 'round with Reagan A Mexican landscaping couldn't rake in what I'm makin' Think you blew me up with your bougie bu*t But you ain't slow me up, I'm on the charts, you move me up I'm like a drug overlord, my j**elry's overboard It's hard to believe dollar sign e-even know the Lord Already wrote it off, so just ignore the cost So when I'm rollin' off I'm showin' off with no remorse Shamone! [Hook: The Dream] We buzzin', yeah Higher than a motherf**er Higher than a motherf**er Higher than a motherf**er, yeah [Outro: James Fauntleroy] b**h hold smoke longer Choke hold so strong, broke your armor Now you're wide open right? You ain't even smokin' right b**h hold the smoke Cough hope, Harpo Purple gotcha knocked out, now you know you're smokin' loud You're higher than a motherf**er High in this b**h, high as a motherf**er I'm high and this b**h fine as a motherf**er I'm high as a motherf**er I hear sirens, she dying in this motherf**er Moment of silence for this motherf**er I'm just higher than a motherf**er I'm higher than a motherf**er I'm higher than a mother