[Intro] f*ck it up, yeah Walk it off, yeah, yeah, walk it off f*ck it up, yeah Walk it off, yeah, yeah You're not high enough, you're not fly enough You're not high enough, you're not fly enough [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) She need rims how she ride it You know a nigga rich like Roddy I brought her ass right out of [?] [Chorus] Pop, shake it, shake it, [?] shake it, shake it She left my ass with no choice, not a ultimatum Pull up in a Escalade and we all together Home court advantage, yeah, we ball together I pull up in a Jeep, no doors I still felt rich when I was poor And the shoes Christian Dior I'm countin' blue strips, but I need more, more, more [Verse] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah She know a nigga rich like Roddy I walked her fine ass right out of lil' Johnny's Shout to [?] passing me the torch I felt rich when I was poor Runtzm blunts, home run, crunch, knock me out the park If it's really up, then [?] put this shit apart Blues, blues, that's what I need today I made a play first take like I'm Stephen A Speaking on me to the pigs, turn you right to bacon [Chorus] Pop, shake it, shake it, [?] shake it, shake it She left my ass with no choice, not a ultimatum Pull up in a Escalade and we all together Home court advantage, yeah, we ball together I pull up in a Jeep, no doors I still felt rich when I was poor And the shoes Christian Dior I'm countin' blue strips, but I need more, more, more [Post-Chorus] I pull up in a Jeep, no doors I still felt rich when I was poor And the shoes Christian Dior I'm countin' blue strips, but I need more, more, more [Outro] Oh, woah You're not high enough, you're not fly enough You're not high enough, you're not fly enough Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah