Loyal G - High Note (feat. Rich Porter) Lyrics

Marcuss you killing the beat
I bet my last track probably get you numb
They know I got that
Bag on me
Might swerve the V
You heard of me
Bitch don't act like you don't know
Got bitches on a leash
That pole stay on me
It sing Alicia Keys
Got it hitting a high note
I muddied up the cup
I still can't give no f*ck
From the bottom we up
I got some models I f*ck
Not a dollar can't touch
Safe I'm filling it up
These hunnids keep getting stuck
While I'm counting it up
Two hundred thousand I'm up
I'm sliding bulletproof truck
We got some hitters with us
I plan on getting them touch
Move wrong and you biting the dust
It ain't no fighting with us
Whip down in strikers and bust
New opp pack we rolling it up
Get back to that money
Ain't no time to relax
Know I got bitches on call
When I need that fire neck
Me and Rich in this bitch
And they know we got them racks
Ah send ah blitz in this bitch
Push a nigga shit back
Aye who these niggas
I Ain't never really heard of them
Don't get that tripping on soul
I'll let this bitch blow
They got they paperwork together
Then I'm serving them
That's why these pockets on swole
They ain't know it now they know
I got that bag on me
Might swerve the V
You heard of me
Bitch don't act like you don't know
Got Bitches on a leash
That pole stay on me
It sing Alicia Keys
Got it hitting a high not
I muddied up the cup
I still can't give no f*ck
From the bottom we up
I got some models I f*ck
Not a dollar can't touch
Safe I'm filling it up
These hunnids keep getting stuck
While I'm counting it up
Ooh
I'ma just lay back and count these racks on a bitch
Yeah you know it, yeah you know it, yeah you know it
Don't give a f*ck about this money
Throw these racks on a bitch
Watch me blow it, watch me blow it, watch me blow it
Ima bad bitch getting, old player ass nigga
I got one, two, three, four, five, six figures
I be saying she my friend
Knowing damn well I hit it
I'm too deep up in my bag
Can't be falling in my feelings
It ain't shit that I can't have
If I want it then I get it
Make them birds take a bath
Got it snowing in my city
Put two-twenty on the dash
Motor roaring when I hit it
This a f*ckin red eye
Lil boy, this ain't no hemi
Now you know I got that bag on me
Might swear to V, you heard of me
Bitch don't act like you don't know
Got bitches on a leash
That pole stay on me
It sing Alicia Keys
Got it hitting a high note
Muddied up the cup
I still can't give no f*ck
From the bottom we up
I got some models I f*ck
Not a dollar can't touch
Safe I'm filling it up
These hunnids keep getting stuck
While I'm counting it up