Bound 2 lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Charlie Wilson)

[Hook:]

Bound to fall in love

Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey)

[Bridge:]

All them other niggas lame, and you know it now

When a real nigga hold you down, you supposed to drown

[Hook:]

Bound to fall in love

Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey)

[Verse 1:]

What you doing in the club on a Thursday?

She say she only here for her girl birthday

They ordered champagne but still look thirsty

Rock Forever 21 but just turned thirty

I know I got a bad reputation

Walking 'round, always mad reputation

Leave a pretty girl sad reputation

Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation

I turnt the nightclub out of the basement

I'll turn the plane 'round, your ass keep complaining

How you gon' be mad on vacation?

Dutty wining 'round all these Jamaicans

Uh, this that prom shit

This that what we do, don't tell your mom shit

This that red cup, all on the lawn shit

Got a fresh cut, straight out the salon, bitch

[Charlie Wilson:]

I know you're tired of loving, of loving

With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey)

[Kanye West:]

Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures

One good girl is worth a thousand bitches

[Hook:]

Bound to fall in love

Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey)

[Verse 2:]

I wanna fuck you hard on the sink

After that, give you something to drink

Step back, can't get spunk on the mink

I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think?

Hey, you remember where we first met?

Okay, I don't remember where we first met

But hey, admitting is the first step

And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect

And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep

But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect

And hey, ayo, we made it, Thanksgiving

So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas

She asked me what I wished for on the wishlist

Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches?

Maybe we could still make it to the church steps

But first, you gon' remember how to forget

After all these long-ass verses

I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept

[Charlie Wilson:]

I know you're tired of loving, of loving

No hiding your love, no hiding, no hiding

Just grab somebody, no leaving this party

With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey)

[Kanye West:]

Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth

Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth

[Hook:]

Bound to fall in love

Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey)

"Cruel Summer" (2012)

• To The World lyrics - Kanye West (feat. R. Kelly)
• Clique lyrics - Kanye West (with Big Sean, Jay-Z)
• Mercy lyrics - Kanye West (with Big Sean, Pusha T & 2 Chainz)
• New God Flow lyrics - Kanye West (with Pusha T)
• The Morning lyrics - Kanye West (performed by Pusha T, Common, Cyhi the Prynce, Kid Cudi, D'banj) (feat. Raekwon & 2 Chainz)
• Cold lyrics - Kanye West (feat. DJ Khaled)
• Higher lyrics - Kanye West (performed by Pusha T) (feat. The-Dream & Mase)
• Sin City lyrics - Kanye West (performed by John Legend, Teyana Taylor, Cyhi The Prynce, Malik Yusef) (feat. Travis Scott)
• The One lyrics - Kanye West (with Big Sean) (feat. 2 Chainz & Marsha Ambrosius)
• Creepers lyrics - Kanye West (performed by Kid Cudi)
• Bliss lyrics - Kanye West (performed by John Legend & Teyana Taylor)
• I Don't Like lyrics - Kanye West (with Pusha T, Chief Keef, Jadakiss & Big Sean)

To The World lyrics - Kanye West (feat. R. Kelly)

[Intro: R. Kelly]

Let me see you put your middle fingers up

To the world, I made up in my mind

I'm doin' things my way, I'm burnin' shit down tonight

I'm doin' things my way, it's my way or the highway

Let me say it one more time

[Hook: R. Kelly]

Let me see you put your middle fingers up

To the world, to the world, to the world

To the world, to the world, to the world

Let me see you put your middle fingers up

Middle fingers up!

[Verse 1: R. Kelly]

(Motherfucker)

Deuces minus one

Middle finger to the sky tonight (Ay, ay, ay)

The whole world is a couch

Bitch I'm Rick James tonight (I don't give a fuck)

Throw it up, throw it up

Cause you can't take it with you

Funny how they wait 'til you gone just to miss you

To the world, to the world

Then I'm on my Sinatra, I'm doing it my way,

Let's take it a notch up, take it up

Let me see you put your middle fingers up!

To the world, I made up in my mind

Doing things my way, I'm burning shit down tonight

I'm doing things my way, it's my way or the highway

Let me see you one more time

[Hook: R. Kelly]

Let me see you put your middle fingers up

To the world, to the world, to the world

To the world, to the world, to the world

Let me see you put your middle fingers up

Middle fingers up!

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

Mmm ain't this some shit? Pulled up in the A-V-entador

And the doors, raise up, like praise the Lord

Did the fashion show, and a tour, and a movie, and a score

This a ghetto opera, Francis Ford Car Coppola

I need a new crib to hold my plaques, Rick Ross had told me that

Said I'd be all up in Goldman Sachs

Like, "These niggas tryna hold me back

These niggas tryna hold me back", I'm just trying to protect my stacks

Mitt Romney don't pay no tax, Mitt Romney don't pay no tax

Chi-Town 'til I'm on my back, Chi-Town 'til I'm on my back

Only nigga in Beverly Hills, where the hell is Axle Foley at?

"Ease up there baby boy", Ving Rhames told Jody that

R. Kelly and the God of rap

shitting on you, holy crap

[Hook: R. Kelly]

Let me see you put your middle fingers up

To the world, to the world, to the world

To the world, to the world, to the world

Let me see you put your middle fingers up

Middle fingers up!

[Outro: Teyana Taylor]

I could give it all up, but it's not enough

Ay ay, here you go, my middle finger

To the world, to the world, from the ground to the moon

Here's to the mountains, yeah here's to the room

Give it up, give it up, won't let you deny me

Makin' you love me, makin' you love me

Clique lyrics - Kanye West (with Big Sean, Jay-Z)

[Intro]

What of the dollar you murdered for

Is that the one fighting for your soul

Or your brother’s the one that you’re running from

But if you got money, fuck it, 'cause I want some

[Hook: Big Sean]

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

Ain’t nobody fresher than my motherfucking

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

As I look around, they don’t do it like my

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

And all these bad bitches, man, they want the

They want the, they want the

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say

My block behind me like I’m coming out the driveway

It’s grind-day, from Friday, to next Friday

I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day

She tryna get me that poo tang

I might let my crew bang

My crew deeper than Wu Tang

I’m rolling with (Huh) fuck I’m saying?

Girl, you know my crew name

You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr!

I’m pullin’ up in that Bruce Wanye

But I’m the fuckin’ villain, man, they kneeling when I walking in the building

Freaky women I be feelin’ from the bank accounts I’m fillin’

What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be

Young player from the D that’s killin’ everything that he see

[Hook]

[Jay-Z:]

Yeah am talking Ye’, yeah am talking Rih’, yeah I’m talking B, nigga I’m talking me

Yeah I’m talking bossy, I ain’t talking Kelis

Your money too short, you can’t be talking to me

Yeah I’m talking LeBron, we balling our family tree

G.O.O.D Music drug dealing drug cousin, ain’t nothing fuckin’ with we, me

Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250, 250 to a half a milli, ain’t nothin’ nobody can do with me

Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or jefe

Translation, I’m the shit. Least that what my neck say, least that what my check say

Lost my homie for a decade, nigga down for like 12 years, ain’t hug his son since the second grade

He never told, who we gonna tell, we top of the totem pole

It’s the dream team meets the supreme team, and all our eyes green and only means one thing

You ain’t fuckin’ with my clique

[Hook]

[Kanye West:]

Break records at Louis

Ate breakfast at Gucci

My girl a superstar all from a home movie

Bow on our arrival the unamerican idols

What niggas did in Paris got em hanging off the Eiffel

Yeah I’m talking business

We talking CIA

I’m talking George Tenet

I seen him the other day

He asked me about my Maybach

Think he had the same

Except mine tinted and his might have been rented

You know white people get money don’t spend it

Or maybe they get money, buy a business

I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ig’nant

I know Spike Lee gon kill me but let me finish

Blame it on the pigment, we living no limits

Them gold master p ceilings was just a figment

Of our imagination, MTV cribs

Now I’m looking at a crib right next to where TC lives

That’s Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse

He wasn’t really drunk he just had a few brews

Pass the refreshment a cool cool beverage

Everything I do need a news crew presence

Speed Boat swerve homie, watch out for the waves

I’m way too black to burn from sun rays

So I just meditated the home in Pompeii

About how I could build a new Rome in one day

Every time I’m in Vegas they screaming like he’s Elvis

But I just wanna design hotels and nail it

Shit is real got me feelin’ Isrealian

Like Bar Refaeli Gisele, no that's Brazilian

Went through deep depression when my momma passed

Suicide what kind of talk is that

But I’ve been talking to God for so long

That if have you look in my life I guess he talking back

Fuckin’ with my clique

Mercy lyrics - Kanye West (with Big Sean, Pusha T & 2 Chainz)

[Bridge:]

Well

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth

It is - when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound

Believe! Believe!

[Hook: x4]

Lamborghini Mercy

Your chick she so thirsty

I'm in that two seat Lambo

With your girl she tryna jerk me

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

OK, drop it to the floor

Make that ass shake

Woah make the ground move, that's an ass quake

Built a house up on that ass, that's an ass state

Roll my weed on it, that's an ass tray

Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do this err' day-day?

I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day

Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay

And niggas still hatin', so much hate I need an AK

Now we out in Paris, yeah I'm Perrierin'

White girls politicin' that's that Sarah Palin

Gettin' high, Californicatin'

I give her that D, cause that's where I was born and raised in

[Hook: x2]

Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)

Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)

I'm in that two seat Lambo (swerve)

With your girl she tryna jerk me (swerve)

[Bridge:]

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)

It is - when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (swerve)

Believe! Believe! (swerve)

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

Yeah, it's prime time, my top back, this pimp game hoe

I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James hoe

I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman is pill poppin' ass hoe

I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins

All she want is some heel money

All she need is some bill money

He take his time, he counts it out

I weighs it up, that's real money

Check the neck, check the wrist

Them heads turnin', that's exorcist

My Audemar like Mardi Gras

That's Swiss time and that's excellence

Two door preference

Roof gone George Jefferson

That white frost on that pound cake

So your Duncan Heinz is irrelevant

Lambo, Mercy-lago, she go wherever I go

Wherever we go we do it pronto

[Hook: x2]

Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)

Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)

I'm in that two seat Lambo (swerve)

With your girl she tryna jerk me (swerve)

[Bridge:]

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)

It is - when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (swerve)

Believe! Believe! (swerve)

Well it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth

In the dance hall, and who no have teeth will run pon them gums

Caw when time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound

The bugle has blown the many times, and it still have one more time left

Caw the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

Let the suicide doors up

I do suicides on the tour bus

I do suicides on the private jet

You know what that mean, I'm fly to death

I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit

Tell 'em "Give me fifty million or I'm a quit"

Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level

Turn up the bass 'til it's up in your face level

Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid

Plus your my bitch, make your bitch look like Precious

Something' 'bout Mary she gone off that Molly

Now the whole party is melted like Dalí

Now everybody is movin' they body

Don't sell me apartment, I move in the lobby

Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important

You gon see lawyers and niggas in Jordans

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]

Now catch up to my campaign

Coupe the color of mayonnaise

I'm drunk and high at the same time

Drinkin' champagne on the airplane

Spit rounds like the gun range

Beat it up like Rampage

100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a band aid

Grade A, A1,

Chain the color of Akon

Black diamonds backpack around me

Cosigned by Louis Vuitton

Horse power, horse power

All this Polo on I got horse power

Pound of this cost 4 thousand

I make it rain, she want more showers

Rain pourin',

All my cars is foreign

All my broads is foreign,

Money tall like Jordan

[Hook: x2]

Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)

Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)

I'm in that two seat Lambo (swerve)

With your girl she tryna jerk me (swerve)

[Bridge: x2]

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)

When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (swerve)

Believe! Believe! (swerve)

New God Flow lyrics - Kanye West (with Pusha T)

[Chorus]

Shake that body, party that body

Shake that body, party that body

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G-O-D

[Pusha T 1:]

I believe there's a God above me

I'm just the God of everything else

I put hoes in everything else

New God Flow, fuck everything else

Supreme dope dealer, write it in BOLD LETTERS

They love a nigga spirit like Pac at the Coachella

They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella

But I was good with the yay as a wholeseller

I think it's good that Ye got a blow dealer

A hot temper, matched with a cold killer

I came up more, for more than just to rhyme with him

Think '99, when Puff would've had Shyne with him

(matching Daytona's Rose Gold on us)

Going Ham in Ibiza done took a toll on us

Well since you over do it, imma pour more

Well if you going coupe, I'm going four door(wooo)

[Chorus]

Shake that body, party that body(that's rare nigga)

Shake that body, party that body(Ric Flair nigga)

Shake that body, party that body(yeah nigga)

Come and have a good time with G-O-D(yeah)

Shake that body, party that body(woaa)

Shake that body, party that body(woaa)

Shake that body, party that body(it's a New God Flow)

Come and have a good time with G-O-D

[Pusha T 2:]

Step on they necks till they can't breathe

Claim they five stars but sell you dreams

They say death multiplies by three's

Lined them all up and let's just see

Fuck 'em Ye, fuck 'em Ye

I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier'

They shit is shopping at Target'

My shit is luxury Balmain

I'm Balling, I'm all red

A nick sold in the park then I want in

What's a king without a crown nigga

What's a circus without you clown niggas

What's a brick from an outta town nigga

When you flood and you can drown niggas

It's the GOOD Music golden child

M-A dollar sign can't nobody hold me down

[Chorus]

Shake that body, party that body

Shake that body, party that body

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G-O-D

Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man

But these new Yeezys jumped over the jump man

Went from most hated to the champion god flow

I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know

I'm living three dreams:

Biggie Smalls', Dr. King's, Rodney King's

Cause we can't get along, no resolution

Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston

Cars, money, girls and the clothes

Aww man, you sold your soul

Naww man, mad people was frontin'

Aww man, made something from nothing

Picture working so hard, and you can't cut through

That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you

What has the world come to, I'm from the 312

Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true

Like "Where did God go?" In his Murcielago

From working McDonald's, barely paying the car note

He even got enough to get his mama a condo

Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom

40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week

Man the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street

Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us

We got green in our eyes, follow my Erick Sermon

Did Moses not part the water with the cane?

Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain?

Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?

And went to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?

In Jesus name, let the choir say

"I'm on fire ay," that's what Richard Pryor say

And we annihilate anybody that violate

Ask any dope boy you know, they admire Ye

[Chorus]

Shake that body, party that body

Shake that body, party that body

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G-O-D

GOOD Music, GOOD Music, GOOD Music, GOOD Music

And all my niggas say, GOOD Music

And all my ladies say, GOOD Music

I don't know what I've been told

(I don't know what I've been told)

If you get fresh, you get all the hoes

(If you get fresh, you get all the hoes)

I'm way fresher than all my foes

(I'm way fresher than all my foes)

Somebody please pick out they clothes

(Somebody please pick out they clothes)

And all my niggas say, GOOD Music

And all my ladies say, GOOD Music

Who running shit today, GOOD Music

Who running shit today, GOOD Music

The Morning lyrics - Kanye West (performed by Pusha T, Common, Cyhi the Prynce, Kid Cudi, D'banj) (feat. Raekwon & 2 Chainz)

[Intro]

Stutterin’

Givin’em rest and makin’ love again

In my best I be the run again

And I have the man dem stutterin’

[Hook]

I’m getting this nigga in the morning

He gon’ think he been chiefin just too long when

He see me in the evenin’

Want to catch all these feelin

Well let me be the first to get mine

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the crib

Sittin’and countin’, smoking a spliff, this shit’s a gift

All my niggas watches is rough

Grabbing our crotches yelling ‘’What up?’’

The jeans cost $500? Fuck

Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell it’s a statement

One freeze of this shit, you won’t feel your legs kid

I’m a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious

Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh

They yellin’ Chef, kill the plate with the cooks

I say ‘Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let’s Push

Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers

Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block

Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap

Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props

Rock a kilt, mean Glock I’m all machinery, ock

Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock yo?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Common]

I was born by a late chicken shack and a church

That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt

Golly, I know she wanna test the ‘Rari

Eye on a dollar like Illuminati

Life is foggy, tryin’ to see through the mist of it

Could have been livin’ it, you was Mrs. Mischievous

This is just a letter to better your development

Situation delicate

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

Some claim God body, blame Illuminati

All cause his pockets now knotty as his hair

Yeah

All Sonny no Cher, only solitaires

You clusterfucks could cluster up

On tippy-toe and still not muster up so its

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

In God we trust, the game is all us

Til’ the sky calls or its flames on us

Push

[Hook]

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]

2 Chainz

I’m chillin’ in my camo, flippin’ through the channel

On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo’s a Lambo (damn)

Four doors of ammo

Ammunition I’m pitchin’ to make your body switch another position

[Verse 5: CyHi da Prynce]

I hope the people is listening

I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening

Its tickelin’ when I hear what haters be whisperin’

What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?

Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ain’t never flip the nickel in

Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car

But you can’t spell war without an A-R

15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart

By 21 they said I’d be inside a graveyard

Can’t wait to get that black American Express

So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card

[Break: D’banj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]

Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?

(You sold your soul)

Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?

(You sold your soul)

Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?

(Naw man, mad people was frontin’

Aw man, made something from nothing)

[Outro: Kanye West]

I treat the label like money from my shows

G.O.O.D. would’ve been God except I added more o’s

If I knew she was cheatin’ I’d still’ve bought her more clothes

‘Cause I was too busy with my Baltimore- you know

Some people call that the art of war you know

I guess it depends what you fallin’ for

The clothes, cars, money, girls and the clothes

Aw money, you sold your soul

Nah man, mad people was frontin’

God damn, we made something from nothing

Cold lyrics - Kanye West (feat. DJ Khaled)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

Kanye West!

(Swag King Cole)

DJ Khaled!

[Hook]

Can't a young nigga get money any more?

Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor

Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws

Come to meet me without no drawers?

[Verse 1]

Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik

I told you mahfuckas it was more than the music

In the projects one day, to Project Runway

We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we're used to it

I'm from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up

Might even kill somebody and YouTube it

To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid

And if you can do it better than me, then you do it!

We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute

Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!

Don't talk about style cause I embarrass you

Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

And the whole industry want to fuck your old chick

Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz

And I'll admit, I had fell in love with Kim

Around the same time she had fell in love with him

Well that's cool, baby girl, do ya thang

Lucky I ain't had Jay drop him from the team

La Familia, Roc Nation

We in the building, we still keep it basement

We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute

Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news

Don't talk about style cause I'll embarrass you

Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you

GOOD Music, we fresh, we fresh

Anything else, we detest, detest

Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts

All that said, let me ask this quest'

[Hook]

[Bridge]

Don't talk to me 'bout style, nigga, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you

Talking 'bout clothes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you

Hollering 'bout some hoes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you

Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu

Higher lyrics - Kanye West (performed by Pusha T) (feat. The-Dream & Mase)

[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

Oh, girl I think that she like

I got that shit that make niggas wanna fight

I got that shit that make bitches act right

Make bitches act out of spite, aiight

Oh momma, I got that bomb

I got that shit make your ass go run

My shit, not make niggas get guns

But the white girls say, "Where you get that cool beat from?"

[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)

We buzzin', yeah

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Verse 1: 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 glass 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, Barnies for the burglary

But these bands lift the whole store like Hercules

Get raunchy in Givenchy, my palm reads

Passports Pinot Noir in arm's reach

Paddle shiftin', push-button, no car keys

The penthouses are poolside with palm trees

[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)

We buzzin', yeah

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Verse 2: Mase]

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 hear the bounce on it, go and 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 Louis seven inch, they TMZ me through my tint

I bumped into Loon he like, "Well, as-salamu alaykum"

You know I ain't Muslim my nigga, I'm about my bacon

The shot niggas takin' you'd think I'm rollin' 'round with Reagan

A Mexican landscape and come rake in what I'm makin'

Think you blew me up with your bougie butt

But you ain't slow me up, I'm on the charts, you move me up

I'm like a drug overlord, my jewelry'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

Sh'mon

[Hook: The Dream]

We buzzin', yeah

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Outro: Cocaine 80s]

bitch hold smoke longer

Choke hold so strong, broke your armor

Now you're wide open, right?

You ain't even smokin' right

bitch hold the smoke

Cough hope, Harpo

Gotcha knocked out, now you know you're smokin' loud

You're higher than a motherfucker

High in this bitch, high as a motherfucker

I'm high and this bitch fine as a motherfucker

I'm high as a motherfucker

I hear sirens, she dying in this motherfucker

Moment of silence for this motherfucker

I'm just higher than a motherfucker

I'm higher than a motherfucker

I'm higher than a mother-