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