[Verse 1: Emilio Rojas]

I’m into cruisin' with bitches that’s into booze

And they interested in tattoos

And they smellin' like there’s a brewery

That’s slipped into they perfume and I love it

I’m into trouble, it ain’t around, I’mma seek it out

I’m like a cutter, I feel alive when I’m bleedin' out

I’m sittin' down to do business, I got chancletas on

Naked broads dance at the meetings, I’m finna smang ‘em all

I leave my kids in the tissue they wipe they make-up on

And if your mama raised a good girl, your mama raised you wrong My faith is gone, now all I believe in is money, money and money and money

Should I repeat it? Money

If what you see's what you get, then it ain’t a secret

You ain’t never gon’ be shit, why? You never seen shit

I ain’t facetious, I mean that I’m needin' lump sums

‘Cause I’mma give my kids the trust issues that come trust funds

These bitches see goin' down on me like a come-up

Wantin' all them problems money can buy except the drug ones

I’m done runnin', that don’t mean I’m done runnin' shit

I could take a break for a half and let you catch up a bit

Just wait, just wait a second man, any cash, I’mma double it

Until my album budget’s like petty cash in the government

I'll be album workin' like Halliburton was frontin' it

And you can tell I’m eatin', I’m out stuntin' with chubby chicks

I don’t wanna answer your calls, send me a fuckin' text

‘Cause I be cuttin' you off if you ain’t cuttin' checks

[Hook: Emilio Rojas]

We doin' high level shit, money in the clip

Runnin' down that paper while you cuffin' on your bitch

And we don't give a damn where you from or who you with

Hell no, we on that high level shit

We doin' high level shit, money in the clip

Runnin' down that paper while you cuffin' on your bitch

And we don't give a damn where you from or who you with

Hell no, we on that high level shit

[Verse Two: Freeway]

This is high level with sky level with my bezel, courtesy of rollie big face

Shit takes MC’s light years to get on my level

Bring Superman down to earth, get they shit quaked

We make hit songs, y’all hit brakes, hit the pause button

Better wonder, shots random, squeeze the cannon

Hear the thunder fastbreak, y’all niggas skate like the law comin'

Different Strokes, Phillip Drummond, different dough, hood shit

Richard Poe, jump out the Lambo when the Lambo keep runnin'

And your bitch never frontin', she always told me it’s a go

Maybe it’s the dough or maybe it’s the flow

If so, may me make them hoes go crazy, tell ‘em sah pah saviv

‘Cause your boy so Haiti, all that means that I’m survivin'

All that means I’m still mobbin' after a natural disaster

I’m still ready for action, shout out to Bronson if you see As-Salamu

When you see me, salute me, not a kink in my armor

It’s weird how my mama think I’mma a rap star

But I’mma part time pipe bomber, teem early

So I’m restin' in the night hours, get broke, move coke, white power

[Hook]