Higher ft. Harry Fraud Lyrics

Higher ft. Harry Fraud - French Montana

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Higher, higher, higher

Higher, higher, we steppin' higher

Out of my mind, gettin' higher, higher

From the bottom, gettin' higher

Me and shorty on the island gettin' higher, higher, we steppin' higher

Countin' all this money get me higher, higher (La musica de Harry Fraud)

I'ma die for this money, gettin' (Higher)

Up in the clouds, we gettin' up high (Higher)

High, higher (Higher, we steppin' higher)

Smoke up the fire and get (Higher, higher)

And if you try us, lift your soul up (Higher)

Hop in the jet, tell the pilot go up (Higher)

Higher, higher (Higher, we steppin' higher)

Higher, ooh (Higher, higher)

Motherland, South Bronx, what they gon' do to me? (Uh-huh, higher)

Doin' business with an opp is opportunity ('Tunity, higher)

Was drivin' all that work to Boston, gettin' risky (Higher, we steppin' higher)

Now I made fifty mill', squashed the beef with 50 (50, uh-huh, higher, higher)

I took the Steph Curry, doubled it to sixty (Ba-ba-ba-ba, higher)

Watch face blue, blue faces, rest in peace to Nipsey (Higher)

Sniped at Mr. Chow (Chow), no forensic file (File, uh-huh, higher, we steppin' higher)

Underground railroad, Harriet Tubman style (Ah, higher, higher)

Lil' mama, she's a freak, I don't kiss the beak (Beak, higher)

I do her like The LOX, I just kiss and cheek (Ah, higher)

Those boys was the lost boys in Bimmers and Jeeps (Skrrt, higher, we steppin' higher)

Benzes, had to make it make sense when I was senseless, senseless (Higher, higher)

I'ma die for this money, gettin' (Higher)

Up in the clouds, we gettin' up high (Higher)

High, higher (Higher, we steppin' higher)

Smoke up the fire and get (Higher, higher)

And if you try us, lift your soul up (Higher)

Hop in the jet, tell the pilot go up (Higher)

Higher, higher (Higher, we steppin' higher)

Higher, ooh (Higher, higher)

I'm talkin' to you, Mr. Fortunate One

Hey, higher, higher

Heart racin', mixin' the Addys with lean (Lean, higher)

I'm in the clouds, dyin' in my dreams (Higher)

It's a level that I've never seen (Higher, we steppin' higher)

Rush got me like a fiend (Woo, higher, higher)

French the Don Dada (Dada), none hotter (Hotter, higher)

Snipe so fast, you still smell the gunpowder (Woo, higher)

They found a body dead, had to beat the case (Case, higher, we steppin' higher)

I copped the Rollie plain, then I bleached the face (Bling, higher, higher)

Shit you never seen (Seen), got me like a fiend (Fiend, higher)

Mixin' up the methadone off the 'Methazine (Ah, higher)

Back of the limousine, Christopher Walken (Higher, we steppin' higher)

Christopher Wallace, but, nah, can't top a New Yorker, haan (Montana, hann, higher, higher)

I'ma die for this money, gettin' (Higher)

Up in the clouds, we gettin' up high (Higher)

High, higher (Higher, we steppin' higher)

Smoke up the fire and get (Higher, higher)

And if you try us, lift your soul up (Higher)

Hop in the jet, tell the pilot go up (Higher)

Higher, higher (Higher, we steppin' higher)

Higher, ooh (Higher, higher)

I'm talkin' to you, Mr. Fortunate One, hey, yeah, yeah

Tellin' you, son, you gotta get to this bag, Rass'

Ah dat me a say, me a look some money too enuh

Wah mi nuh undastand from di I bawn a America

You doh kno none of di big rapper dem

What you mean?

You nuh kno nobody, a wah dis

I know mad rappers, boy, you buggin'

Who ya kno?

I'll call French right now

Tsk, a lie ya ah tell my lawd, a wah happen to you, a lie

You don't know nobody, what you talkin' about?

You don't know nobody, facts

Mi kno wul heap a yaad artists, mi kno all Vybz Kartel, a wah happen to ya?

Ah, you, you only said that because homie locked up

Come on, that's corny, son

Ya a eediat

That's corny, I'ma call French right now

Call him

'Bout yuh know French

Yuh nuh know no French, man

Yo, French, my man say I don't know you, son

Ah him dat?

Say "What up?" to my homie real quick, aight?

Frenchie, hello?

Frenchie, big up yuhself enuh yute, cah yuh dun kno

First of all mi waan seh, mi love yuh music dem my yute

Ya a gwan good inna life, yuh hear dat

Told you, what's up?

Yeh, man, all di song weh yuh seh "No Stylist" an dem ting deh

Big up yuhself enuh, French Montana

Nah, I ain't say nothing about no French Montana

I ain't say French Montana, bro

My lawd, ah who dis?

I said Frenchie, that's my man French Vanilla

We went to high school together, you buggin'

Ya a fool, wul back yuh phone my yute, you nuh kno nobody

He rap

Move yuh bumbaclaat, a wah happen to ya?

You fuckin' with this or nah?