French Montana & Harry Fraud – Higher Lyrics

Higher Lyrics by French Montana & Harry Fraud

Higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, we steppin’ higher
Out of my mind, gettin’ higher, higher
From the bottom, gettin’ higher
Me and shorty on the island gettin’ higher, higher, we steppin’ higher
Countin’ all this money get me higher, higher (La musica de Harry Fraud)

I’ma die for this money, gettin’ (Higher)
Up in the clouds, we gettin’ up high (Higher)
High, higher (Higher, we steppin’ higher)
Smoke up the fire and get (Higher, higher)
And if you try us, lift your soul up (Higher)
Hop in the jet, tell the pilot go up (Higher)
Higher, higher (Higher, we steppin’ higher)
Higher, ooh (Higher, higher)

Motherland, South Bronx, what they gon’ do to me? (Uh-huh, higher)
Doin’ business with an opp is opportunity (‘Tunity, higher)
Was drivin’ all that work to Boston, gettin’ risky (Higher, we steppin’ higher)
Now I made fifty mill’, squashed the beef with 50 (50, uh-huh, higher, higher)
I took the Steph Curry, doubled it to sixty (Ba-ba-ba-ba, higher)
Watch face blue, blue faces, rest in peace to Nipsey (Higher)
Sniped at Mr. Chow (Chow), no forensic file (File, uh-huh, higher, we steppin’ higher)
Underground railroad, Harriet Tubman style (Ah, higher, higher)
Lil’ mama, she’s a freak, I don’t kiss the beak (Beak, higher)
I do her like The LOX, I just kiss and cheek (Ah, higher)
Those boys was the lost boys in Bimmers and Jeeps (Skrrt, higher, we steppin’ higher)
Benzes, had to make it make sense when I was senseless, senseless (Higher, higher)

I’ma die for this money, gettin’ (Higher)
Up in the clouds, we gettin’ up high (Higher)
High, higher (Higher, we steppin’ higher)
Smoke up the fire and get (Higher, higher)
And if you try us, lift your soul up (Higher)
Hop in the jet, tell the pilot go up (Higher)
Higher, higher (Higher, we steppin’ higher)
Higher, ooh (Higher, higher)

I’m talkin’ to you, Mr. Fortunate One
Hey, higher, higher

Heart racin’, mixin’ the Addys with lean (Lean, higher)
I’m in the clouds, dyin’ in my dreams (Higher)
It’s a level that I’ve never seen (Higher, we steppin’ higher)
Rush got me like a fiend (Woo, higher, higher)
French the Don Dada (Dada), none hotter (Hotter, higher)
Snipe so fast, you still smell the gunpowder (Woo, higher)
They found a body dead, had to beat the case (Case, higher, we steppin’ higher)
I copped the Rollie plain, then I bleached the face (Bling, higher, higher)
Shit you never seen (Seen), got me like a fiend (Fiend, higher)
Mixin’ up the methadone off the ‘Methazine (Ah, higher)
Back of the limousine, Christopher Walken (Higher, we steppin’ higher)
Christopher Wallace, but, nah, can’t top a New Yorker, haan (Montana, hann, higher, higher)

I’ma die for this money, gettin’ (Higher)
Up in the clouds, we gettin’ up high (Higher)
High, higher (Higher, we steppin’ higher)
Smoke up the fire and get (Higher, higher)
And if you try us, lift your soul up (Higher)
Hop in the jet, tell the pilot go up (Higher)
Higher, higher (Higher, we steppin’ higher)
Higher, ooh (Higher, higher)

I’m talkin’ to you, Mr. Fortunate One, hey, yeah, yeah

Tellin’ you, son, you gotta get to this bag, Rass’
Ah dat me a say, me a look some money too enuh
Wah mi nuh undastand from di I bawn a America
You doh kno none of di big rapper dem
What you mean?
You nuh kno nobody, a wah dis
I know mad rappers, boy, you buggin’
Who ya kno?
I’ll call French right now
Tsk, a lie ya ah tell my lawd, a wah happen to you, a lie
You don’t know nobody, what you talkin’ about?
You don’t know nobody, facts
Mi kno wul heap a yaad artists, mi kno all Vybz Kartel, a wah happen to ya?
Ah, you, you only said that because homie locked up
Come on, that’s corny, son
Ya a eediat
That’s corny, I’ma call French right now
Call him
‘Bout yuh know French
Yuh nuh know no French, man
Yo, French, my man say I don’t know you, son
Ah him dat?
Say “What up?” to my homie real quick, aight?
Frenchie, hello?
Frenchie, big up yuhself enuh yute, cah yuh dun kno
First of all mi waan seh, mi love yuh music dem my yute
Ya a gwan good inna life, yuh hear dat
Told you, what’s up?
Yeh, man, all di song weh yuh seh “No Stylist” an dem ting deh
Big up yuhself enuh, French Montana
Nah, I ain’t say nothing about no French Montana
I ain’t say French Montana, bro
My lawd, ah who dis?
I said Frenchie, that’s my man French Vanilla
We went to high school together, you buggin’
Ya a fool, wul back yuh phone my yute, you nuh kno nobody
He rap
Move yuh bumbaclaat, a wah happen to ya?
You fuckin’ with this or nah?