Lyrics
You gon ride that bump-and-grind, bring that money back to yours truly
we gon make it alright
Bring that money back to yours truly, i know you know my wallet s real thick, how you expecting awards when you ain t put in work
We don t fucking fuck with y all, see us popping champagne
high of my life
And i ve been eating so good that, high of my life
Ain t nobody understand, and if everything gone bad
put that sauce on that bitch real quick
We gon make it alright, looking so pretty
when i m rocking all my god damn jewelry
I just hopped out the foreign, and i might cop that mulsanne cause
we don t fucking fuck with y all
and you re sitting by the phone
And i m wonderin, high of my life, high of my life
I m zoned out, and if everything gone bad
Let me see that double-time, i just came down from the high of my life
Bring that money back to yours truly, we don t fucking fuck with y all
Ain t nobody understand, i feel like bubba chuck, we could do it all night
And i ve been eating so good that, i m zoned out
And i might cop that mulsanne cause, keep that jewelry tucked
And i just bought out my brain, high of my life Malone, i just came down from the high of my life
and i just bought out my brain
cause all those drugs wore off
you ain t gotta tell them hoes because they know
We don t fucking fuck with y all, we gon make it alright
I just came down from the high of my life, when i m rocking all my god damn jewelry, keep that jewelry tucked
High of my life, we don t fucking fuck with y all