Letra High enough Fred The Godson

High enough

(Hook)
You can’t get high enough
That’s why I supply the stuff
I gotta go
You can’t get high enough
That’s why I supply the stuff
I gotta go
I got money to make
I could show you right in front of yo face
I gotta go
Ya know that rod here
Let me count it all first, make sure it’s all here

(Verse)
It’s the Raekwon cheffin, OTD in trappin
Trap house guarded, too dope man Chevy
Weather white, aha, whatever preference
Left the court I cooked for my work as a reference
Stacks tall as walls, I’m talking Snow White
Knock a half a key off on a slow night
Get a nigga to beat off, get that dough nice
You get nervous at times, I hope it goes right
When I bake it’s moist, soft spoken
But like Barry White I’m still half basin my voyage
I could tell you what a grand, what a O, what a hoe cost
Tell by my pictures, old Cuban lacrosse
Connect Ruben, black Buick lacrosse
Get back to what we doin, well of course
Shit, I’m a wizard with it, why?
Really, I’m never off
Blizzard outside, now why you aksin for shorts?

(Hook)
You can’t get high enough
That’s why I supply the stuff
I gotta go
You can’t get high enough
That’s why I supply the stuff
I gotta go
I got money to make
I could show you right in front of yo face
I gotta go
Ya know that rod here
Let me count it all first, make sure it’s all here

(Verse)
My get too strong, ref calling, 3 seconds
You been stepping on that key too long
It first started with crack then the team got on
I’m the head of the pack, I can’t leave you nah
My uncle caught a brick, for 3 thou damn
Most of yous pop racks, I rather tee fowl can
Getting money all fun, they wanna be our man
These niggas was all sons, Boris Dial fans
Then they started snitchin, a well reward
We had chops in the street like the scales above
Was absence of school, that’s what they found me for
Didn’t snitch, got shot, what you tell me for?
Now back to my point ball
We moving real weight and doin point fucks
Lot of money to make, I want it all fool
You just assign me a quarter, no stumble

(Hook)
You can’t get high enough
That’s why I supply the stuff
I gotta go
You can’t get high enough
That’s why I supply the stuff
I gotta go
I got money to make
I could show you right in front of yo face
I gotta go
Ya know that rod here
Let me count it all first, make sure it’s all here