[Intro]
High as fuck right now, top floor shit
Know what I'm saying (Oh, yeah)
(I'm so high, dawg) (Yeah, yeah)
(Boolin' on the top floor) (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
And we so high, dawg, boolin' on the top floor
I ain't even high, Lord, think I need a little more
I don't know where I'm goin', I'm too focused off these drugs
Thought I told you that my heart was frozen? Yeah, I just gotta say my love
New hundreds, not no ones, brand new drip, this Rick Owens
Yeah, with slime, big ol' gun, don't try him, he might blow it
And we havin' more than fun, just go and get them funds, bitch
And we geeked up, hotter than the sun, bitch

[Verse]
Ain't no finding me
I can't give you nothing, tell 'em, "Toss my key"
'Causе I can't let these scrubs in, says a part of mе
But not like love, it's more like lust, man
And I love luxury, this price, this guap, I put my trust in
And this money my best friend
And I count that shit, while I smoke my weed, Backwood in my left hand
Got a big bankroll, [?] down to my knees, then slime my best man
And that's your partner, but he don't know me, might slime your best friend
Vintage Prada, yeah, it's all on me, and on my bitch, man
And I keep racks in Undercover jeans, don't gotta hide my status
Yeah, and I can't change the past, he goin' out lookin' bad
And we on the top floor, smokin' exoctic, must know we can smell the gas
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
And we so high, dawg, boolin' on the top floor
I ain't even high, Lord, think I need a little more
I don't know where I'm goin', I'm too focused off these drugs
Thought I told you that my heart was frozen? Yeah, I just gotta say my love
New hundreds, not no ones, brand new drip, this Rick Owens
Yeah, with slime, big ol' gun, don't try him, he gon' blow it
And we havin' more than fun, just go and get them funds, bitch
And we geeked up, hotter than the sun