Album Name

Kanye West Presents Good Music Cruel Summer

Artist

The-Dream, Cocaine 80s, Various Artists, Mase, Pusha T

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2012.01.01

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Higher - The-Dream, Pusha T, Mase, Cocaine 80s
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
Ohh, girl I think that she like
I got that shit
That make niggas want fight
I got that shit
That make bitches act right
Make bitches act out of spite aiight
Ohh 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
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
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
Barney's for the burglary
But these bands lit
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 pent houses are poolside
With palm trees
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
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 either bounce on it
Go 'head 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
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
We buzzin yeah
Higher than a motherfucker
Higher than a motherfucker
Higher than a motherfucker yeah
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