Chorus I'm barely gettin by Still work-a nine to five I'm barely gettin by That's why I'm stayin high Oh baby, aw Jump into the ride, cruise the big
, is out here doin' dirt Made my decisions do or die, been hustlin' since junior high No time for askin' why, gettin' high, gettin' mine Put away my nine 'cuz these times call for four-five
off the hook lately Every little high class bitch wanna date me Hoes feel I'm real lucky (Can I drive your car?, you can trust me) I've got a dollar seventy five
in junior high sipping on some gin with my so-called friends in the cut just gettin high I wanted to liss so I passed my dip cause a nigga wanna drive
'Cause I can use a ho like you a bitch down to blast And help me twist this mutha fucking plastic Because you're a true bitch from the westside About five
My bitches pure thick Play razor tag slice ya face bury It's I who come by drive through Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue Look at Mami eyes blue, five
'em That I could stop doing drugs long enough to sell em A proclamation, with intoxication [Ayo Cam' gettin high!] A three rock occasion Whoa, I'm so high, you're so high
i'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives Ten halves, five pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi That's fifty-five thou, sha-na
C H I N G to the Y Let me explain it to you though I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby baby baby Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy Drive
money in arrange you might get a clover chain I be drivin' state to state, pimpin' hoes, makin' cake Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes, baby, they I do drive but half of the time, I'm too high
'm Back again Back with my forty five Cadillac that my shorty drive Maggy mad cause my shorty live Back again Straight from four forty five West five
five 20 minutes and they dump, I'ma let these fly We the best, look at what we drive Got picnic tables on my lap, gettin' high In the back of the Maybach
for life [Chorus] You know it's crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by We could stack dough sky-high Niggaz
yo, you niggas know the Memph stay high and shit Eleven hundred on sunset burn the strip trying choose which freak Can drive the whip you know the five
much boyd to increase the leave, You bitches can't fuck with me, 'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious, Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' behind no one, Scored five