Find me at, Higher than the seas on my private jet 4 door lambo, I’m buying that I’m mad cause them bitches ain’t designed it yet I’m smoking on loud, tell 'em bitches be quiet If a nigga keep hating, he gon' make me start a riot Could have bought a house but I spent it on a ride And if I get any higher, I’ma really start flying Tell me what you know about that Taylor Gang shit We be poppin champagne just to pour it on a bitch Leave the club with a girl I ain’t never gon' forget She slop on my knob, but she don’t spit Getting trippy as I wanna with my niggas out in Dallas Look at juicy j, he ballin like the Mavericks Me and all my niggas and a bunch of automatics If a nigga run upon me, I’ma let the nigga have it