High Price

[Intro: Ludacris]

Ciara on the track and she from the, the (A!)

Ludacris once again and I'm from the, the (A!)

Ciara, Ludacris and we gon' rep that (A!)

(A, A, A, yep!) Let's go!

[Verse 1: Ciara]

See me in the club rockin' Christian Louboutin

I should be in Iraq

Shawty, 'cause I am the bomb

I got a million-dollar house on my earlobe

Boy, I know you want it

But what do you got on it?

[Pre-Chorus: Ciara]

You know me

(See Louis Vuittons under my brim)

You know me

(Yeah, we all singers, but I'm not quite like them)

You know me

(If he's a buster then you won't see me with him)

Yeah, I know you want it

But what do you got on it?

[Chorus: Ciara]

'Cause I'm high price

Better have on a hot pair of Nikes

Better buy me anything I like

Cause I'm already holdin', holdin'

High price

Better have on a hot pair of Nikes

Better buy me anything I like

'Cause I'm already holdin', holdin'

Already

A-a-a-already (Holdin') (Yup!)

A-a-a-already (Holdin') (Yup!)

I got money

I, I, I got (Money) (Yup!)

Already holdin' (Already holdin!)

[Verse 2: Ciara]

See me in the drop, head fresh up out the hair salon

Booty look softer than a McDonalds hamburger bun

I got the phantom gold sir on my wrist

Please believe I'm a ten

Yeah shawty, I'm the shit

[Pre-Chorus: Ciara]

You know me

(See Louis Vuittons under my brim)

You know me

(Yeah, we all singers, but I'm not quite like them)

You know me

(If he's a buster then you won't see me with him)

Yeah, I know you want it

But what do you got on it?

[Chorus: Ciara]

'Cause I'm high price

Better have on a hot pair of Nikes

Better buy me anything I like

Cause I'm already holdin', holdin'

High price

Better have on a hot pair of Nikes

Better buy me anything I like

'Cause I'm already holdin', holdin'

Already

A-a-a-already (Holdin') (Yup!)

A-a-a-already (Holdin') (Yup!)

I got money

I, I, I got (Money) (Yup!)

Already holdin' (Already holdin!)

(I got money too, baby)

[Verse 3: Ludacris]

Luda!

Now you can have anything that you want

And I'm a keep throwin' ya, throwin' ya, throwin' ya stacks

Do everything that he want

Just keep throwin' it, throwin' it, throwin' it back

I'm holdin', holdin' a hundred grand in my left hand

Rocks with the right

285 horses, drop-top Porsches

Yep, I box through the night

Floatin' like a butterfly

Sting like a bee for my honey pie

I'm Southern-Fly

Soon as CiCi sees me, she sings me a lullaby

And other guys can't match up to my bank account

And it's hard to see

How I don't work hard for the money

But my money works hard for me (For me!)

Let's go on a shopping spree to an expensive place

Then I lick you up and I lick you down

'Cause I love your expensive taste

So sweet

Yes, bon appétit

I'm a freak, you can see me smilin'

Took the money that I got from the verse

Flew me and CiCi to the Fiji Islands

Wildin' all on the beach

All in the sheets, preach!

Straight shots of Saki

I'll speaks for my team

No paparazzi you freaks

Big plans

And you know what they say about a man with big hands

And my woman is my number-one fan, hot damn!

[Chorus: Ciara]

I'm high price

Better have on a hot pair of Nikes

Better buy me anything I like

Cause I'm already holdin, holdin

High price

Better have on a hot pair of Nikes

Better buy me anything I like

'Cause I'm already holdin, holdin

[Outro: Ludacris]

Ciara on the track and she from the, the (A!)

Ludacris once again and I'm from the, the (A!)

Ciara, Ludacris and we gon' rep that (A!)

(A, a, a, yep!) Let's go!