High Tunes lyrics - Curren$y

Up getting high round 7 AM

And my girl start bitching about my friends

Because last night, niggas was going the fuck in

I stumbled through the door cloud 9, cloud 10

Yeah that was round 4, say 3 hours ago

Now I'm smoking out the crib, picking out clothes

What I'm most comfortable in

My khaki cargos, monte carlo

When I think of somewhere to go

I scan barcodes trying to see what its hitting for

Slamming my car door too hard you can't ride with me no more

I don't need a chain or a whip to get with these hoes

Word to the homie Wacko, ain't fucking with me natural

Factual, studies show your bitches go, hannibal

Trying to eat a nigga alive, that's what this rap shit do

Them police is after you, niggas getting mad at you

Jet life from this high can't see shit unless that matter to you

You trying to be the boy they wonder what had happened to

I tried to be the man I did more then I plan to do

I did my thing I snatched it before they could hand it to

Earthquake motor the road I'm doing damage to

The paint'll murder, the doors is suicide fool

You may die no lie, and this is very true

I'm online like a dot com

Constructing these bars like I'm building a prison

Locked in though I gotta be out of my mind

Im parked, im sparked, im chillin u can burn with me

But them niggas gotta stay outside

Diamond in the back, sunroof

Counting up a stack in the drive thru

Bass slapping, what the g's ride to

Wonder what this is, it's high tunes

Diamond in the back, sunroof

High fool!

Countin up a stack...when I ride through

Got a fifty sack in my shoe