TH2DH

[Chorus] Yeah, in the booth, gettin' high Yeah, goin' up, so I gotta hold it down Yeah, all the bad bitches outside Yeah, freak bitch, finna take her to the house Swear I been a real nigga all my life Smoke fire blunt, that's a high-five You ain't tryna run it up, boy, you fried Ain't shit but that money on my mind [Verse 1] Every single day, I be on the grind All that shit fake, nigga just rhyming Nigga, take the cap off, quit lying Nigga, I just wanna shine like my diamonds On the way to the top, I been climbing I been smoking za, gettin' higher than the pilot Stackin' all this guap, nigga, now my money piling Finally, all this hard work done paid off How the fuck I woke up to a check on my day off? Brodie been swingin' them sticks, he don't play golf Got a hood bitch, she'll spray you with some mace, dog Until you come up, all you gotta do is stay down In the party, brodie got it tucked, he don't play 'round All I gotta do is spit a bar to get paid now And they know my bro'll lit a spark if it came down to it Bitch at the spot, ass up and her face down (Ugh) [Chorus] Yeah, in the booth, gettin' high Yeah, goin' up, so I gotta hold it down Yeah, all the bad bitches outside Yeah, freak bitch, finna take her to the house Swear I been a real nigga all my life Smoke fire blunt, that's a high-five You ain't tryna run it up, boy, you fried Ain't shit but that money on my mind [Verse 2] Ain't my birthday, but I run that cake up I'm a real stoner, fire it up on the wakeup You just now got you some money, boy, you late, bruh I'm tryna ball on 'em, I don't got no time to lay up Niggas be tellin' fake stories, yeah, they made up She was trippin', had to tell her tie her lace up When you finally get you some money, they gon' hate you I ain't never need a bitch, all I need is that paper That ho catfish, she ain't shit without makeup Big bitch, shorty got that ass, told her, "Shake somethin'" Big blick, brodie's stick look like a ray gun All these broke niggas what I gotta stay 'way from How the fuck you say you got a bag, but ain't made nothin'? If it ain't about a bag, then don't say nothin' to me Livin' dreams with my day-ones Ice on my neck, young nigga spent that pape' on ten [Chorus] Yeah, in the booth, gettin' high Yeah, goin' up, so I gotta hold it down Yeah, all the bad bitches outside Yeah, freak bitch, finna take her to the house Swear I been a real nigga all my life Smoke fire blunt, that's a high-five You ain't tryna run it up, boy, you fried Ain't shit but that money on my mind, yeah (Cheeze) [Outro] Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah Skii