OverHigh

[Intro: Curren$y]

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

My style got her open, she wanna fuck and I know it

I'm gon' make her wait for it

We'll sleep on it tonight but we gon' handle that tomorrow

A half ounce in the morning

That's gon' get out there going

Drinks over ice pouring

Selecting from my wardrobe, hella shit I never wore before

Still got the tags and the barcode

Mob style secret doors

Shots of evon after the bar close

I’m an artist putting on clothes

You only bought it after you seen me on it, be honest bro

Been cold, been in killer mode

Been on billboards, collеcting checks for those

Been buying Rolex's with thosе

Rode to Texas and back

I had to smoke like twenty cones

Plug the money machine and now I'm counting it my eyes closed

She rich and kinky, Chanel scarf for her blindfold

I pull up on her, smoke her out whenever her kids gone

[Chorus: Curren$y]

I'm over high

Never coming down

To hard to live

Yeah, but we too real to die

We made for this

Yeah, yeah

Propose a toast to the life

Nigga, we made this shit

Picture your family being set for life

[Verse 2: T.Y.]

Look, shit

Bitch I be grinding, I make paper everywhere I go

I stay on game because these niggas wanna see me lose

Fuck with you heard if it ain't got nothing to do with JLR

I'm quick to replace a bitch if she don't play a part

Three piece my rim but I'm thinking I should've got 'em gold

If you could pay attention baby, you could help me bag these o's

Get this bread with me, follow me on a golden road

Drop some money in some stocks, now I'm just watching it grow

[Chorus: Curren$y]

I'm over high

Never coming down

To hard to live

Yeah, but we too real to die

We made for this

Yeah, yeah

Propose a toast to the life

Nigga, we made this shit

Picture your family being set for life