Soooo high Lyrics – Destroy Lonely

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[Part I]

[Intro]
This money get a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so high (You know what I’m saying? (??))
This money get a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so high (??)
This money get a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so high (I don’t even need anything else)
This money get a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so-so-so-so

[Chorus]
This moneyget a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so high (Ah, geeked up)
This money get a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so high (Ah-ah, geeked up)
This money get a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so high

These n!ggas living in disguise, these pu*sy n!ggas be hiding (Pu*sy)
You can take a look at my eyes, you can take a look at my diamonds, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Everything so clear to me (Clear)
Rick Owens shades, yeah, huh, I can see everything, yeah
Baby, okay (Okay), yeah, come take a trip with me (Me)
Talking ’bout private planes (Planes), yeah, let’s go to Italy (Life)

[Verse]
They want my old swag? Yeah, I’m back (Back)
I’m up in Europe every day, b!tch, I’m trapping (Trapping)
I’m going Chrome Hearts, check the swag
I’m going crazy, ain’t no doing magic (Oh, yeah)
I gotta turn it up, I can’t be average (Oh, yeah)
We got the milly up, ain’t did my taxes (Oh, yeah)
I crush a pilly up and then get active (Life)
We pour the Tris up, ain’t had that Actavis (Oh, yeah)
She ’boutta eat me up, ain’t gotta ask for s*it
My shooter’ll eat your face and that’s what savages do (Okay)
We came up off of paper plates, gon’ lose your savages
Lil’ b!tch I made some’ shake, I made it happen, yeah
Ain’t been asleep in days, I need a nap
Yeah, this my new era, I ain’t capping
She know I’m a big bat, she doing chemistry you know? (Young Vamp Life, Vamp Life, woah-woah, yeah)

[Bridge]
Yeah, time and time again, time and time again
This money, it’s making me high again, yeah, we ready to pop the cash
I tell ’em to go in the wild, n!gga, yeah
Lil’ shawty like extra bad, I’m prolly gon’ give her like all my kids (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]
This money get a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so high (Geeked up)
This money get a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so high (Geeked up, uh)
This money get a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so high
These n!ggas living in disguise, these pu*sy n!ggas be hiding (Pu*sy n!gga)
You can take a look at my eyes, you can take a look at my diamonds (Diamonds, yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Everything so clear to me (Clear)
Rick Owens shades, yeah, huh, I can see everything, yeah
Baby, okay (Okay, okay), yeah, come take a trip with me (Me)
Talking ’bout private planes, yeah, yeah, let’s go to Italy

[Outro]
This money get a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so high
This money get a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so high
This money get a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so high
This money get a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so high
This money get a n!gga so high, this money get a n!gga so high, yeah

[Part II]

[Verse]
(Ready?)
(This is a certified hood classic)
(This is a certified hood—)
(Ah-ah)
Switch up the kit for the diamonds, if I wanna change out the color, then pop it, yeah
Fu*k up the bank with deposits, I made a withdrawal and I took her house shopping (This is a certified hood—)
Don’t fu*k do no fu*king on groupies and thotties, it’s baddies and bosses and b!tches who got it
Don’t need no coc*ine or liquor, just codeine and molly and nothing can top it (What)
Lately been feeling a little bit better, been putting it on, I can’t help it, can’t help it
She say I’m conceited, could smell it, buy her some diamonds and pop it, selfish
Buy her a Royal or cop her a Presi’, because she treat me like the president
She think she so icey like Gucci, Saweetie, I tell her “Bust down a lil’ bezel then”
I’m ’bout to break in her back, take care of her, massage, I got good manners
No Versace or Nicki Minaj wanna have a menage, so she know we so signed in, yeah
Money everywhere, thirty-one days in the trap
Came up from the bottom, I can’t go no harder, won’t stop until I make it there
Looking in the mirror, all my diamonds on, sticking and she I-I-I, I got what she want
Too many dollar signs sitting on my phone
I know that they recognize, I’m the one they chose
Touchdown in london, right now, (??)

[Outro]
Money on the floor, money on the floor
Money on the money-money, money on the floor
Money on the floor, money on the floor
Money on the floor, money on the floor