[Chorus: Amber Lowe]
When I get that feelin, I get high to the ceeling
Smokin and chillin
[Verse 1: Strap]
Smokin on some Cali, focus on the money, like a nigga off an Addi
True to the game, came through in a white Coope, white as Cocaine
Swopped out the Rolls, two homies shouting they no No Limmit soldier
My cous say Yolo
I'm blowin on Jalato, I got a nigga in the choakhold
[Chorus: Amber Lowe]
When I get that feelin, I get high to the ceeling
Smokin and chillin
[Verse 2: Strap]
’I'm rich, bitch, hip hop Rick James
When I'm dead and gone, remember a nigga name
Never heard of ya, why you tryna clame gang
I’m a marshin, and we are not the same
And I double park, when I pull up to the lane
And I talk like a pimp, bitch, I need the cane
Get high, talkin higher than a plane
Everyday the same ruteen, the same thang
I wanna pop a pill, I wanna smoke and chill
And I drive the Mozzerati like a Coope de-vil
[Chorus: Amber Lowe]
When I get that feelin, I get high to the ceeling
Smokin and chillin