YOUNG HIGH Lyrics

Your attention please

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You already know imma psycho bitch

I'm the first one you gon' call when it's time to get rich (get rich)

I can't seem to get this itch off of my wrist

You know imma raise my right hand holding this switch (this switch)

Sniffing too hard you gon' catch a cold

If you keep it up you gon' start bleeding from the nose (sniff, sniff)

This nigga twirling emotions like a colored rose

He gon' make me fall in love with all of my foes (oop)

How ya'll bitches gon' get mad at me when

Ya'll even get to breath in a real bitch's presence

Better hold ya nigga real tight to ya skin cause he'll get to smell a real bitch's essence

Come take a field trip, i'm qualified for alot of things, not a problem teaching lessons

Talkin' bout my attitude, but what you doing behind the scenes

Like i'm just not your obsession

Nigga is you really gonna fuck or what

Cause i'm not the type to hear the if's, and's, or but's

And is you bitches really gon' slide or what

Cause i'm confused if you hoes really had enough

Treating me like i'm scary and never check that

Like i've never been that nigga and done that

Sick of being humble cause you bitches never ran that

In the streets I really don't do no favors

Fucking with a bad bitch running up this paper

Never knew how they could really be hating

I guess niggas really bad at translating

And a real motherfucking team player

That lead to nowhere but to them really tall ass layers

Learning to better myself is my only major

You never see me fucking with them traitors

High off ya money

Young money, yeah

High off ya money

Young money, yeah

High off ya money

Young money, yeah

High off ya money

Young money, yeah

Do tell if it is about my business

But never ever, ever let me catch you slippin'

"Gay as hell" or "he really trippin'"

But whip cream to ya lips that come to these bars i'm spittin'

Dick to pack a punch they'll make you close

Keep it on low cause I wanna do the most

And we gon have a good time and gettin ghost

Shooters round my corner so I wanna do the toast

Walk like a first-class model

Good grip on the stick and throttle

Sippin' from the tall glass bottle

Old ass niggas, they fossil

Bitches wanna test my gangster

I still hold it down like an anchor

We not the same nigga, you average

Big dick to support that leverage

Take tickets to anywhere then fly my hot ass out of the country

Get the movement going outside like we finna be in comatose body

He see the signs in a nigga cause i'm just so motherfucking godly

And super talented, i'm the club doing nicks and tricks like an ollie

In the streets I really don't do no favors

Fucking with a bad bitch running up this paper

Never knew how they could really be hating

I guess niggas just really bad at translating

And a real motherfucking team player

That lead to nowhere but to them really tall ass layers

Learning to better myself is my only major

You never see me fucking with them traitors

High off ya money

Young money, yeah

High off ya money

Young money, yeah

High off ya money

Young money, yeah

High off ya money

Young money, yeah