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French Montana – Higher

Lyrics Higher – French Montana

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

I’ma die for this money, gettin’
Up in the clouds, we gettin’ up high
High, higher
Smoke up the fire and get
And if you try us, lift your soul up
Hop in the jet, tell the pilot go up
Higher, higher
Higher, ooh

Motherland, South Bronx, what they gon’ do to me
Doin’ business with an opp is opportunity
Was drivin’ all that work to Boston, gettin’ risky
Now I made fifty mill’, squashed the beef with 50
I took the Steph Curry, doubled it to sixty
Watch face blue, blue faces, rest in peace to Nipsey
Sniped at Mr. Chow, no forensic file
Underground railroad, Harriet Tubman style
Lil’ mama, she’s a freak, I don’t kiss the beak
I do her like The LOX, I just kiss and cheek
Those boys was the lost boys in Bimmers and Jeeps
Benzes, had to make it make sense
When I was senseless, senseless

I’m talkin’ to you, Mr. Fortunate One

Heart racin’, mixin’ the Addys with lean
I’m in the clouds, dyin’ in my dreams
It’s a level that I’ve never seen
Rush got me like a fiend
French the Don Dada, none hotter
Snipe so fast, you still smell the gunpowder
They found a body dead, had to beat the case
I copped the Rollie plain, then I bleached the face
S**t you never seen, got me like a fiend
Mixin’ up the methadone off the ‘Methazine
Back of the limousine, Christopher Walken
Christopher Wallace, but, nah, can’t top a New Yorker, haan

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 f**kin’ with this or nah…

Written by Everton Blender, French Montana & Harry Fraud
Album: Montega
Produced by Harry Fraud
French Montana | 2022

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