Too High

[Hook:Trademark] I only see the money surrounded by these bitches smokin' on this killa ridin' to my engine T-top soft I'm wildin' gettin' paper on these niggas I gives a fuck about nada bitch I'm too high for all that you still broke that's yo problem bitch I'm too high for all that I hear your paper dissolving bitch I'm too high for all that you niggas snitchin' and talkin' bitch I'm too high for all that I'm too high for all that bitch I'm too high for all that [Verse 1: Trademark] Soon as we step in that spotlight them niggas know who we is that's them niggas that live that Jet Life you heard about they whips man all them dudes be fly as fuck nothin' less than Forgiattos underneath the cars an truck I'm high on this ride man never have I smoked this much it's cloudy on the inside of my whip but I'm still smoking tough super doobies back to back got yo bitch in here rollin' up all she do is twist an cut when she finished with me Ima pass her to P so he could get stroked and sucked us JLR boys don't believe in savin' sluts you bring your bitch around me you can guarantee I'm tossin' her up Flamingo Barnes I'm the boss in the cut you ain't talkin' bout bucks then you lost what the fuck you talkin that shit plus you talkin' too much I'm only concerned with the paper I touch moneys the only thing that moves me that or a model chick who got a twin an they both tryna do me doobie upon doobie upon doobie till I'm smoked out you can tell I'm gettin' paper from the way my pockets poke out [Hook] [Verse 2: CornerBoy P] I'm only concerned about my money I'm too high for that other shit offers all on my table I'm just rollin' up to my accomplishments 5 pounds of smoke out buy a new car I paint it you lookin' like you could afford it yeah well buy it bitch lil nigga I'm faded sipped out she mollied out Louis V when I loc out nigga I live in yo ho mouth rims tucked they don't poke out 12's beat till they blow out paint lacquers get layed on my leather soft as yo grandma couch nigga watch what you talkin' bout have them shooters outside yo mom house Chevy frames on her front yard trust me you don't want it dog with my poker face pull yo whole card so stop frontin' I can front ya boy pictures of your sister in my phone like that bitch posing for playboy real nigga I don't play boy Jet Life 100 all my niggas 100 Came here to spend money 50 racks on this Rollie I be damned if it ain't runnin' fuck yo bitch on these Fendi sheets nigga call me pretty Tony [Hook]