Fly High

La música de Harry Fraud
Oh, oh, oh
Young Jefe, holmes
They tell you the world is yours and then they make it hard to live
This money aint accounted for, but bitch, Im worth some Ms
I never doubted her, I seen it right from the beginning
And she came over here because she really wanna win
She let me **** her friend and now she wanna ** ** again
And your thoughts must be broke if you dont think my bitch a ten
He thought life was a game until it hit him on his chin
Your wife dont be wearin her ring when she be * ***in round with him
30, 30, I miss you, yeah, I wish you wouldve answered that last call
OT Bam, I miss you, dawg, I still remember our last talk
Now that I do this shit for yall, Im just gon let that bag talk
Pull up to Bank of America doin a mother****in cash walk, nigga
Fly high, fly high
They dont never trust they timing
Must be the reason all these niggas dying
Fly high, fly high
She into money, purses, and diamonds
That nigga say he ****ed for free, he lying
Fly high
They gon pretend they love you, crazy what that cash do
Im in a fast coupe, gonna bust a fast move
I know some secrets bout you but I never asked you
I blew a bag too, why you in a bad mood?
Kept it one hundred when I really couldve trashed you
Steak cost a hundred, lil bitch, they call it wagyu
Lets not forget bout all these niggas stealing swag too
Just like my pictures, ho, please stay up off my Gram, fool
Im still chillin in them trenches with that 40 tucked
He get to trippin, I shoot like a Milwaukee Buck
Heard nigga bitchin, oh, she aint pickin up
I heard she ridin with Young Jefe in that Bentley truck
Fly high, fly high
They dont never trust they timing
Must be the reason all these niggas dying
Fly high, fly high
She into money, purses, and diamonds
That nigga say he ****ed for free, he lying
Fly high