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America, America has a problem

Heard you got that D for me

Pray your love is deep for me

I’ma make you go weak for me

Make you wait a whole week for me (for me)

I see you watching (fiending)

I know you want it (scheming)

I know you need it (drug lord)

You want it on you? (Don’t I know?)

You need love, I need some too

Do you want this like it wants you?

Know that booty gon’ do what it want to

Can’t hit it one time, multiple

I know you see these racks, racks, racks on me

Now come and get high, high, high, high

20, 40, 80, out the trap, hit it with the rap

Put it on the map, then we right back

Call me when you wanna get high, high, high, high

Tony Montana with them racks

Ivy P on my bag, double G’s on the dash

Nigga, I’m bad, I’m bad

Tell me when you wanna get high, high, high, high

Boy, you can’t get higher than this

No

‘Cause love don’t get no higher than this

No, no

Grind (grind)

Boy, you know I grind (grind)

When I pull up these jeans, you’re mine

(When I pull up these jeans), you’re mine

When I step on the scene, they

Can’t wait to back it up

Your ex-dealer dope, but it ain’t crack enough

I’m supplying my man, I’m in demand soon as I land

Just know I roll with them goons (goons), in case you start acting familiar

This kind of love, big business

Whole slab, I kill for

Boy, you can’t get higher than this

No

‘Cause love don’t get no higher than this

No, no

Grind (grind)

Boy, you know I grind (grind)

When I pull up these jeans, you’re mine

(When I pull up these jeans), you’re mine

When I step on the scene, they

Can’t wait to back it up, your ex-dealer dope, but it ain’t crack enough

I’m supplying my man, I’m in demand soon as I land

Just know I roll with them goons (goons), in case you start acting familiar

This kind of love, big business

Whole slab, I kill for

Know that booty gon’ do what it want to

Can’t hit it one time, multiple

I know you see these racks, racks, racks on me

Now come and get high, high, high, high

20, 40, 80, out the trap, hit it with the rap

Put it on the map, then we right back

Call me when you wanna get high, high, high, high

Tony Montana with them racks

Double C’s on my bag, double G’s on the dash

Nigga, I’m bad, I’m bad

Tell me when you wanna get high, high, high, high