Why you get me so high
I'm rocking Dior up in the summer sky
Got all the racks but you're taking all my time
You're the rhyme to my rhythm and the rhythm to my rhyme
Sipping champagne no lines pure divine
Got my stores blowing up but it's all my design
Got that in and out money feels like a gold mine
You looking so fine got me crossing all the lines
Why why you get me so high
I'm in my Prada suit and I'm feeling so fly
Focus on my racks but I'm lost in your eyes
Bitch I'm making all these tracks but all I want is a prize
Ay ay we be in the scene
Writing crazy verses bitch I'm living on the dream
Why you hit me up
You be lighting up my screen
Bitch it feels so crazy like I'm living in a meme
Ay ay we be in the trap
I be making raps while Travy cooking bap
Why you hit me up
You be hitting on my staff
I'm going to lay down think I'm finna take a nap
If they say she's fly my mind's on another ladder
Bitch I'm making all the paper but it's her that matters
Drinks cause my success served on a silver platter
In this whole world of cake but she's the only batter
Damn my wealth is fat but my love for her fatter
Living so high like nothing else matters
Why why you get me so high
I'm focused on my stacks but I'm focused on your rack
Baby get me higher than a little bag of crack
First I hit it from the front then I hit it from the back
Why why you get me so high
I want you right now but I don't know why
In a different city I ain't even gotta try
Try new clothes all the ones I'm gonna buy
Ay ay why you look so cool
You know I'm leaving school and I'm headed to the pool
Pulling off the road cause I need some full fuel
Turn to the homies I be asking where the jewel
Why why you get me so high
I know you so bad but I'm really really fly
I'm trying to be the guy to get you out of here
But I don't know why why