paroles de chanson High Like Us (feat. Lord Saku) - Corey Patrick

Ratchet, I'm smacking on her butt like a pack
Say what's happening
That's my boy but he the local crackhead
Smashing, banging down the block like it's cracking
Taxing, in other words I'm making it happen
Saku called, he said he got a show so I'm packing
Laughing, smoking out the whip in Manhattan
Juiced up like a beetle
Who selling it, we the people
This music like a drug, and lil homie, I'm like a needle
Shit it's all in the wrist
Your shit too whack, it don't cook back like this
Too good to waste, they freebasing this shit
And I'm taking your bread like I'm taking a piss
Focus nigga, I eat four course dinners
On a golf course full of rich, white folks grinning
Know I'm going on but I'm happy that I'm winning
What you know about the game?
You just happy that you in it, isnt?
On my four finger ring shit like 50
Got the Beamer and the Benz, I just need that Bentley
Just met a bitch and I'm all in her belly
She calling me daddy like we going steady
Flight after flight, its long night after night
I keep pulling the strings like I'm flying a kite
Buying new Nikes 'cause these shits won't stay white
Ride on the beat like I'm riding a bike
Fuck all the hype, money don't lie
And you can get sad but the numbers won't cry
And you can talk shit, but that shit won't fly
And you could get smoked, but I'm a get high

They might be getting high, but they don't get high like us (Us)
Your man's is a dub (Dub)
I spend his check on Grubhub
We makes movies, Stubhub
Your bitch is just a nut bust
Diamonds do not segregate, pink yellow like some Minutemaid
Every day I gotta wake up, sip an eighth up
Feel like Betty Crocker, every day I'm getting caked up
Ask if Saku gangsta and they all saying straight up
Gucci socks and some Louis shoes and they laced up
Rappers nowadays just spit different
I counted up a hundred thou', shit hit different
The brand new BMW, this thing whip different
And these lames keep shooting but they're gonna keep missing