Still High

[Intro]
(Ooh, this Money Counter Music)
The shoes may not be sweet, but they two thousand
I said, my kicks, they may not be sweet, but they two thousand (Two racks for these ugly-ass shoes)
My ice look like a fountain (My ice wetter than a motherfuckin' fountain)
Nigga, Rolls, uh, truck, hop out, hop—
Hoppin' out the Rolls-Royce truck, we gon' get it clownin'

[Verse 1]
Niggas doin' too much (For real)
Niggas doin' too much, I ran it up in two months
I remember sippin' Act' with Vez out a fruit punch
I missed a lot of class, but I never skipped school lunch
I used to pop Xans, footballs, school bus
Wake up and forgot what I did like I'm too drunk
Now a nigga too turnt, two watches, two buffs
I said I wasn't sippin', I hit Texas, now I'm screwed up
I know some real niggas don't rap
You heard that from Face, they make 100K a play
Lock it down 'til it's hot, then we switchin' up the state
You wanna shine, then come to my hood and get some flake

[Chorus]
Got a full tank of gas (Let's go, let's go)
In my new S-Class (In my S-Class Benz)
My face card hot
My niggas gon' slide
Got everything (Everything)
In my rich bitch name (In my rich bitch name, yeah)
'Cause I'm hood rich
La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

[Verse 2]
I knew how to get some money, it just took me some time
The hoes used to say fuck me, now they fallin' in line
I go straight up in Saks and I tear down the inside
I get Prada, Gucci, I'll cop whatever
Burberry cool, but I rock the Louis sweater
Twenty-four inches, eight-inch [?][1:30]
It's G.T., bitch, I rock my chain, change the weather
Niggas keep talkin' birds, they ain't even sold a feather
Peanut butter seats with the wood on the inside
Carbine on the dash, G-Wagen sit so high
Number ones, don't tangle or twist it
When it come to these cars, I got some shit I ain't whippin'

[Chorus]
Got a full tank of gas (For real, real)
In my new S-Class (In my S-Class Benz)
My face card hot (Hot)
My niggas gon' slide (They gon' slide, they gon' slide for me)
Got everything
In my rich bitch name (Damn, I don't care, though)
'cause I'm hood rich (Come on)
La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

[Outro]
Money Counter, nigga
Money Counter Music