"HIGH + RISK" lyrics
Thirty days, thirty nights, boy, you know I stay grindin' (Why?)
I'm shinin', I come in, the one, that's my timing (Why?)
When I'm gettin' to the money, all I know is move in silence (Ball out)
I need a bitch with a brain, give me head for a summer (What else?)
I'm rich in the lane, boy, these niggas not tryin' (Haha)
I bought it all cash, if you wanna know my finance (Yeah)
If you think you fuck with me, boy, I know you straight lyin' (Bitch)
Keep up (Keep up), you can't get where I'm at (Ah)
I'm fast in the Bimmer, two-hundred on the dash (Ah)
I crashed, and I bought the same car back (Haha)
I fucked your bitch, nigga, now I know why you mad (Wha', bitch)
I fucked from the front, then I hit it from the back (Yeah)
I came in the scene with my ceilin' all missin'
I don't fuck with these hoes, lil' nigga, stop sippin' (Ah)
If I trust no one, why you think I trust women? (Haha)
The fuck? Dumb nigga straight trippin'
Yeah
High risk, high reward
I been walkin' that line
One wrong move, whole life on decline
Pressure on my chest, but I still feel fine
'Cause I was built for a storm
I was made for the grind
This a high risk (Wha')
You wanna die, bitch? (Bitch)
Fly high, bitch (Haha)
Into the sky, bitch (Sky, bitch)
I got a Presi' on my Rollie on some slice shit (Presi' on the Rollie)
I don't fight shit (Why?)
We smoke down shit
We smoke clown shit (Why?)
Smokin', oh, shit (Oh, shit)
With yo' ho, nigga (Haha)
Where's the blow, nigga? (Blow, nigga)
Pour some drink in the cup, now I'm all fucked-up (Yeah)
Hands up in the club, I don't even give a fuck
Double "R"s on the truck, all black in the cut (Go)
If you not talkin blues (Go), leave you red like a Blood (Go)
I don't judge, get it how you get it, lil' woadie (Judge)
I got two blicks on me, look like Zack and Cody (Yeah)
If you run up on me wrong, turn yo' ass to a story (Go)
Sweet life dreams, now the whole gang loaded
Elevator talk, seventh floor, we promoted (Haha)
Thirty days, thirty nights, boy, you know I stay grindin' (Why?)
I'm shinin', I come in, the one, that's my timing (Why?)
When I'm gettin' to the money, all I know is move in silence (Ball out)
I need a bitch with a brain, give me head for a summer (What else?)
I'm rich in the lane, boy, these niggas not tryin' (Haha)
I bought it all cash, if you wanna know my finance (Yeah)
If you think you fuck with me, boy, I know you straight lyin' (Bitch)
Keep up (Keep up), you can't get where I'm at (Ah)
I'm fast in the Bimmer, two-hundred on the dash (Ah)
I crashed, and I bought the same car back (Haha)
I fucked your bitch, nigga, now I know why you mad (Wha', bitch)
I fucked from the front, then I hit it from the back (Yeah)
I came in the scene with my ceilin' all missin'
I don't fuck with these hoes, lil' nigga, stop sippin' (Ah)
If I trust no one, why you think I trust women? (Haha)
The fuck? Dumb nigga straight trippin'
I'm shinin', I come in, the one, that's my timing (Why?)
When I'm gettin' to the money, all I know is move in silence (Ball out)
I need a bitch with a brain, give me head for a summer (What else?)
I'm rich in the lane, boy, these niggas not tryin' (Haha)
I bought it all cash, if you wanna know my finance (Yeah)
If you think you fuck with me, boy, I know you straight lyin' (Bitch)
Keep up (Keep up), you can't get where I'm at (Ah)
I'm fast in the Bimmer, two-hundred on the dash (Ah)
I crashed, and I bought the same car back (Haha)
I fucked your bitch, nigga, now I know why you mad (Wha', bitch)
I fucked from the front, then I hit it from the back (Yeah)
I came in the scene with my ceilin' all missin'
I don't fuck with these hoes, lil' nigga, stop sippin' (Ah)
If I trust no one, why you think I trust women? (Haha)
The fuck? Dumb nigga straight trippin'
Yeah
High risk, high reward
I been walkin' that line
One wrong move, whole life on decline
Pressure on my chest, but I still feel fine
'Cause I was built for a storm
I was made for the grind
This a high risk (Wha')
You wanna die, bitch? (Bitch)
Fly high, bitch (Haha)
Into the sky, bitch (Sky, bitch)
I got a Presi' on my Rollie on some slice shit (Presi' on the Rollie)
I don't fight shit (Why?)
We smoke down shit
We smoke clown shit (Why?)
Smokin', oh, shit (Oh, shit)
With yo' ho, nigga (Haha)
Where's the blow, nigga? (Blow, nigga)
Pour some drink in the cup, now I'm all fucked-up (Yeah)
Hands up in the club, I don't even give a fuck
Double "R"s on the truck, all black in the cut (Go)
If you not talkin blues (Go), leave you red like a Blood (Go)
I don't judge, get it how you get it, lil' woadie (Judge)
I got two blicks on me, look like Zack and Cody (Yeah)
If you run up on me wrong, turn yo' ass to a story (Go)
Sweet life dreams, now the whole gang loaded
Elevator talk, seventh floor, we promoted (Haha)
Thirty days, thirty nights, boy, you know I stay grindin' (Why?)
I'm shinin', I come in, the one, that's my timing (Why?)
When I'm gettin' to the money, all I know is move in silence (Ball out)
I need a bitch with a brain, give me head for a summer (What else?)
I'm rich in the lane, boy, these niggas not tryin' (Haha)
I bought it all cash, if you wanna know my finance (Yeah)
If you think you fuck with me, boy, I know you straight lyin' (Bitch)
Keep up (Keep up), you can't get where I'm at (Ah)
I'm fast in the Bimmer, two-hundred on the dash (Ah)
I crashed, and I bought the same car back (Haha)
I fucked your bitch, nigga, now I know why you mad (Wha', bitch)
I fucked from the front, then I hit it from the back (Yeah)
I came in the scene with my ceilin' all missin'
I don't fuck with these hoes, lil' nigga, stop sippin' (Ah)
If I trust no one, why you think I trust women? (Haha)
The fuck? Dumb nigga straight trippin'
