[Chorus: Taz]
Look I'm livin' the high life
Yeah I got my voltage up, I'm out of this world
You can't see me you ain't close enough
I'm livin' the high life
With a slim bad-bitch with highlights
If you ain't doin' such get ya life right
I'm livin' the high life
Yeah I got my voltage up, I'm out of this world
You can't see me you ain't close enough
I'm livin' the high life
With a slim bad-bitch with highlights
If you ain't doin' such get ya life right
[Verse 1: Taz]
Hey, go, paper chasin' for green paper
Livin' the grind life, I'll play and I'll sleep later
When I work a couple of chips could take a couple of trips
Stack me a couple million and do me a couple flips, ya dig?
Real niggas know what gettin' it is
I grind hard, homie, gettin' it in, you niggas piss in the wind
I strategize, I ain't losin' again
Perfect aim, I ain't missin' again, I'm in trainin'
Still high as a kite, I'm Rick James-in
You thinkin' local, I'm thinkin' about the Caymans
Lane changin' up in my mama benzo
Practicin' for when I get my shit from spittin' this hot shit
And don't get it twisted, man I do this for the love
I ain't doin' it for profit, but shit
This a lucrative business and I ain't stupid by a long shot
For dead presidents I'd give up all my [?]
Make your girl stuff dollas in my pocket
And stuff my lil' picture in her locket, bitch, I'm livin' the high life
I'm fly twice, and if you ain't feelin' like I'm feelin'
Then nigga kill yourself or get your mind right
Look I'm livin' the high life
Yeah I got my voltage up, I'm out of this world
You can't see me you ain't close enough
I'm livin' the high life
With a slim bad-bitch with highlights
If you ain't doin' such get ya life right
I'm livin' the high life
Yeah I got my voltage up, I'm out of this world
You can't see me you ain't close enough
I'm livin' the high life
With a slim bad-bitch with highlights
If you ain't doin' such get ya life right
[Verse 1: Taz]
Hey, go, paper chasin' for green paper
Livin' the grind life, I'll play and I'll sleep later
When I work a couple of chips could take a couple of trips
Stack me a couple million and do me a couple flips, ya dig?
Real niggas know what gettin' it is
I grind hard, homie, gettin' it in, you niggas piss in the wind
I strategize, I ain't losin' again
Perfect aim, I ain't missin' again, I'm in trainin'
Still high as a kite, I'm Rick James-in
You thinkin' local, I'm thinkin' about the Caymans
Lane changin' up in my mama benzo
Practicin' for when I get my shit from spittin' this hot shit
And don't get it twisted, man I do this for the love
I ain't doin' it for profit, but shit
This a lucrative business and I ain't stupid by a long shot
For dead presidents I'd give up all my [?]
Make your girl stuff dollas in my pocket
And stuff my lil' picture in her locket, bitch, I'm livin' the high life
I'm fly twice, and if you ain't feelin' like I'm feelin'
Then nigga kill yourself or get your mind right
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