Kiss The Sky Lyrics

Power house jumpin'

You know I like the feelin' when I'm gettin' the money

Got my finger tips sweatin' when I'm countin' 100

What you doin' when they drop you in the middle of the jungle

Got to play the beat back got my head bumpin'

My lil' Chico finna hit the block and he dump it

Hot Boy Pri wrap a bundle like a dumpling

Hot Boy Pri brought the molly to the function

Two cups poured up I'm leanin'

If she think she fuckin' with the kid she dreamin'

I just left Saks and Neimans

Know I like to get the new collection in season

Say they fuck with you hatin' you the whole time

Know I heard them boys hatin' through the grape vine

With a bad bitch she don't need no make up

If them boys try to play they get flamed up

I don't like to name drop or tail tuck

I was in Cali rollin' up in a big blunt

I'm the type of dude pull up in a black truck

Bad one with me I don't even know her name

You like money, I like money we the same

Right now I'm with lil' Rezzy gettin' higher than a plane

When I'm hoppin' in the Benz got Louis on my shoes

When they see me hoppin' out they gon' ask what it do

Got a good face and she got an ass on her too

Now I'm askin' what the move

Why you say you a stepper you don't know how to shoot

How you say you a trapper you ain't never cut the boot

I went and hit Benzino got the gold on my tooth

She a freak bitch I could see it in her eyes

I feel like Jimmy how I'm on the rise

Excuse me while I go kiss the sky

Power house jumpin'

You know I like the feelin' when I'm gettin' the money

Got my finger tips sweatin' when I'm countin' 100

What you doin' when they drop you in the middle of the jungle

Got to play the beat back got my head bumpin'

My lil' Chico finna hit the block and he dump it

Hot Boy Pri wrap a bundle like a dumpling

Hot Boy Pri brought the molly to the function

Two cups poured up I'm leanin'

If she think she fuckin' with the kid she dreamin'

I just left Saks and Neimans

Know I like to get the new collection in season

Say they fuck with you hatin' you the whole time

Know I heard them boys hatin' through the grape vine

With a bad bitch she don't need no make up

If them boys try to play they get flamed up