Chubby Jag - High Music lyrics

[Intro: Chubby Jag] Yeah, Hah Chubby, Y'all know what it is y'all Fliest fat n***a you know Go ahead and get that weed roll Get that drank, what ever you sipping We ain't here tonight you know Fliest fat n***a you know Chubby Yeah Blood [Verse 1: Chubby Jag] Awwh, Yeah Chubby here, get me Chubby here I fee like I gotta do something, cause sh**s been ugly here, yeah L.A. n***a, I know they love me here And aye since I got on, sh** been lovely here Yeah I'm a hustle 'till I hit the numbers, no lotto Ex hoes got me sipping exo, the whole bottle My Philly n***as got me whipping up, no auto And bad b**hes roll blunts for me, role models Get the money then power, we ready for action And my pen, pen power is ready for smacking So just know I'm on your head, you already relaxing I stay focused cause my rap is already distractions I got everybody imagining the sound of light Mad cause I'm sounding tight, all my sh** be sounding right Swear I should get the crown tonight All the best rappers stand around, gimme a pound of nice Swear I'm a hold it down tonight Mr. Switch It Up, wonder how I'mma sound tonight Party like I did something, we smoking a pound tonight I'm soaking in some p**y, I could drown tonight Genuine Rihanna sh**, yeah we running the town tonight Just be happy for me, don't show me a frown tonight I know that everything be hard for you, we gon' clown tonight I need a moment of silence, for my Momma Do And though you cookie Momma, you just like my Momma to You treated me just like a son, cause that's how Momma's do I did done so much man, only if my Momma knew Tell them haters wake up, n***as sleeping much We swimming in money, is it deep enough She talked sh** to my dick, I got a speaking of I know her baby creeping up, she mad I say I keep in touch, Chubby Yeah, tell them labels to throw them figures at me b**hes throw they draws and paparazzi throw them pictures at me They say I gotta shot, that's why I'm trigger happy I don't need it all man, I'll be happy if my n***as happy I'm almost dead, man I'd be happy if they heard the kid Travel all year, I'm back in Cali now, work the bid I mean look at all the cash that my team making I got a squad full of chefs, my whole team baking Yeah we dream chasing, this that Ryde or Ride music This that real sh**, chill sh**, High Music, Chubby