"Overhigh" lyrics

[Curren$y:]
My style got her open, she wanna fuck and I know it
I'm gon' make her wait for it
We'll sleep on it tonight but we gon' handle that tomorrow
A half ounce in the morning
That's gon' get out there going
Drinks over ice pouring
Selecting from my wardrobe, hella shit I never wore before
Still got the tags and the barcode
Mob style secret doors
Shots of evon after the bar close
I'm an artist putting on clothes
You only bought it after you seen me on it, be honest bro
Been cold, been in killer mode
Been on billboards, collecting checks for those
Been buying Rolex's with those
Rode to Texas and back
I had to smoke like twenty cones
Plug the money machine and now I'm counting it my eyes closed
She rich and kinky, Chanel scarf for her blindfold
I pull up on her, smoke her out whenever her kids gone

I'm over high
Never coming down
To hard to live
Yeah, but we too real to die
We made for this
Yeah, yeah
Propose a toast to the life
Nigga, we made this shit
Picture your family being set for life

[T.Y.:]
Look, shit
Bitch I be grinding, I make paper everywhere I go
I stay on game because these niggas wanna see me lose
Fuck with you heard if it ain't got nothing to do with JLR
I'm quick to replace a bitch if she don't play a part
Three piece my rim but I'm thinking I should've got 'em gold
If you could pay attention baby, you could help me bag these o's
Get this bread with me, follow me on a golden road
Drop some money in some stocks, now I'm just watching it grow

[Curren$y:]
I'm over high
Never coming down
To hard to live
Yeah, but we too real to die
We made for this
Yeah, yeah
Propose a toast to the life
Nigga, we made this shit
Picture your family being set for life