[Intro]
f*ck it up, yeah
Walk it off, yeah, yeah, walk it off
f*ck it up, yeah
Walk it off, yeah, yeah
You're not high enough, you're not fly enough
You're not high enough, you're not fly enough
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
She need rims how she ride it
You know a nigga rich like Roddy
I brought her ass right out of [?]
[Chorus]
Pop, shake it, shake it, [?] shake it, shake it
She left my ass with no choice, not a ultimatum
Pull up in a Escalade and we all together
Home court advantage, yeah, we ball together
I pull up in a Jeep, no doors
I still felt rich when I was poor
And the shoes Christian Dior
I'm countin' blue strips, but I need more, more, more
[Verse]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She know a nigga rich like Roddy
I walked her fine ass right out of lil' Johnny's
Shout to [?] passing me the torch
I felt rich when I was poor
Runtzm blunts, home run, crunch, knock me out the park
If it's really up, then [?] put this shit apart
Blues, blues, that's what I need today
I made a play first take like I'm Stephen A
Speaking on me to the pigs, turn you right to bacon
[Chorus]
Pop, shake it, shake it, [?] shake it, shake it
She left my ass with no choice, not a ultimatum
Pull up in a Escalade and we all together
Home court advantage, yeah, we ball together
I pull up in a Jeep, no doors
I still felt rich when I was poor
And the shoes Christian Dior
I'm countin' blue strips, but I need more, more, more
[Post-Chorus]
I pull up in a Jeep, no doors
I still felt rich when I was poor
And the shoes Christian Dior
I'm countin' blue strips, but I need more, more, more
[Outro]
Oh, woah
You're not high enough, you're not fly enough
You're not high enough, you're not fly enough
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah