Ridin’ High Big A & XV (Ft. King Chip)

[Intro: Big A]
(TMart)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Big A]
Just hit my joint, it's top shelf in the air
Nigga, I'm Nike checked up and I just copped a new pair
On fire like somebody shot me out of a flare
Been on my grizzly, I get the sack like I play for the Bears
Yeah, just made a movie, now shorty, she wanna do me
Met her back in college and she added me off of GroupMe
Guess that make her a groupie, but lately, been feeling choosey
Told her I ain't want the sex, but you can top me, keep the coochie
Look, been killing shit like the black Mike Myers
And now I'm negotiating numbers with foreign suppliers
That's buckets, love (Swish)
What? What? (Ha-ha-ha, you know what it is)
Yeah, damn
I dream so big, don't care what the cost
Nigga, I'm the type to find a way while you just lost in the sauce
Been a boss, drive through the hills, you still in the garage
Got a lovely bronze broad and she don't like to wear drawers
I'm saying (Yeah), flow tight, been nice, out the mud for digits
I feel like I'ma live forever, all this life that's in me
I put it on wax, now the blind can see
I lead, I'm talking my shit, the great Ali, a king