Luh Tyler - TH2DH Lyrics

Yeah, in the booth, gettin' high (yeah)
Goin' up, so I gotta hold it down (gotta hold it down)
Yeah, all the bad bitches outside (outside)
Freak bitch, finna take her to the house (take her to the house)
Swear I been a real nigga all my life (all my life)
Smoke five blunts, that's a high-five (goddamn)
You ain't tryna run it up, boy, you fried (boy, you fried)
Ain't shit but that money on my mind (on God)

Every single day, I be on the grind (on the grind)
All that shit fake, nigga just rhymin' (just rhymin')
Nigga, take the cap off, quit lyin' (quit lyin')
Nigga, I just wanna shine like my diamonds (ice, ice)
On the way to the top, I been climbin' (yeah)
I been smokin' Za, gettin' higher than the pilot
Stackin' all this guap, nigga, now my money pilin'
Finally, all this hard work done paid off
How the f*ck I woke up to a check on my day off? (I 'on't know)
Brodie been swingin' them sticks, he don't play golf
Got a hood bitch, she'll spray you with some mace, dog (damn)
'Til you come up, all you gotta do is stay down
In the party, brodie got it tucked, he don't play 'round (bah)
All I gotta do is spit a bar to get paid now (yeah)
And they know my bro'll lit a spark if it came down to it
Bitch at the spot, ass up and her face down (ugh)

In the booth, gettin' high (gettin' high)
Goin' up, so I gotta hold it down (gotta hold it down)
Yeah, all the bad bitches outside (outside)
Freak bitch, finna take her to the house (take her to the house)
Swear I been a real nigga all my life (all my life)
Smoke five blunts, that's a high-five (goddamn)
You ain't tryna run it up, boy, you fried (boy, you fried)
Ain't shit but that money on my mind (on God)

Ain't my birthday, but I run that cake up (run that cake up)
I'm a real stoner, fire it up on the wakeup
You just now got you some money, boy, you late, bruh
I'm tryna ball on 'em, I don't got no time to lay up
Niggas be tellin' fake stories, yeah, they made up (they cap)
She was trippin', had to tell her tie her lace up (tie her lace up)
When you finally get you some money, they gon' hate you
I ain't never need a bitch, all I need is that paper
That ho catfish, she ain't shit without makeup (catfish)
Big bitch, shorty got that ass, told her, "Shake somethin'" (damn)
Big blick, brodie's stick look like a ray gun
All these broke niggas what I gotta stay 'way from (yeah)
How the f*ck you say you got a bag, but ain't made nothin'? (But ain't made nothin'?)
If it ain't about a bag, then don't say nothin' to me (yeah)
Livin' dreams with my day-ones
Ice on my neck, young nigga spent that pape' on ten (nigga)

In the booth, gettin' high (gettin' high)
Goin' up, so I gotta hold it down (gotta hold it down)
Yeah, all the bad bitches outside (outside)
Freak bitch, finna take her to the house (take her to the house)
Swear I been a real nigga all my life (all my life)
Smoke five blunts, that's a high-five (goddamn)
You ain't tryna run it up, boy, you fried (boy, you fried)
Ain't shit but that money on my mind (on God) (Cheeze)

Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, nigga
Skii