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High price (feat. ludacris)

by Ciara


[Ludacris]
Ciara on the track and she from the, the (ha!)
Ludacris once again and I´m from the, the (ha!)
Ciara, Ludacris and we gon rep that (ha!)
Let´s go!

[Ciara]
See me in the club
Rockin Christian Louboutin
I should be in Iraq
Shawty, ´cause I am the bomb
I got a million dollar house
On my earlobe
Boy, I know you want it
But what do you got on it?

You know me!
(See Louis Vuittons under my rim)
You know me!
(Yeah, we all singers but I´m not quite like them)
You know me!
(If he´s a buster then you won´t see me with him)
Yeah, I know you want it,
But what do you got on it?

[Chorus]
´Cause I´m high price
Better have on a hot pair of Nikes,
Better buy me anything I like
Already holdin´, holdin´
High price,
Better have on a hot pair of Nikes,
Better buy me anything I like
Already holdin´, holdin´
Already, ha, ha, ha already (holdin´) (yep!)
Ha, ha, ha already (holdin´) (yep!)

See me in the drop
Hair fresh up out the hair salon
Booty look softer
Than a McDonald´s hamburger bun
I got the federal reserve
On my wrist
Please believe I´m a ten
Yeah, shawty I´m the shit

You know me!
(See Louis Vuittons under my rim)
You know me!
(Yeah, we all singers but I´m not quite like them)
You know me!
(If he´s a buster then you won´t see me with him)
Yeah, I know you want it,
But what do you got on it?

[Chorus]
´Cause I´m high price
Better have on a hot pair of Nikes,
Better buy me anything I like
Already holdin´, holdin´
High price,
Better have on a hot pair of Nikes,
Better buy me anything I like
Already holdin´, holdin´
Already, ha, ha, ha already (holdin´) (yep!)
Ha, ha, ha already (holdin´) (yep!)

[Ludacris]
Now you can have anything that you want
And I´m´na keep throwin ya, throwin ya, throwin ya stacks
Do everything that he want
Just keep throwin it, throwin it, throwin it back
I´m holdin, holdin a hundred grand in my left hand
Rocks with the right
285 horses, drop-top Porsches
Yep, I box through the night
Floatin´ like a butterfly
Sting like a bee for my honey pie
I´m Southern-Fly
Soon as Cici sees me
She sings me a lullaby
And other guys can´t match up to my bank account
And its hard to see
How I don´t work hard for the money
But my money works hard for me
Let´s go on a shopping spree to an expensive place
Then I lick you up and I lick you down
´Cause I love your expensive taste
So sweet, yes, bon appétit
I´m a freak, you can see me smilin´
Took the money that I got from the verse
Flew me and CiCi to the Fiji Islands
Wildin´ all on the beach
All in the sheets, preach!
Straight shots of saki,
I´ll speak for my team,
No papparazzi you freaks
Big plans
And you know what they say about a man with big hands
And my woman is my number-one fan hotdamn!

[Chorus]
´Cause I´m high price
Better have on a hot pair of Nikes,
Better buy me anything I like
Already holdin´, holdin´
High price,
Better have on a hot pair of Nikes,
Better buy me anything I like
Already holdin´, holdin´
Hey hey hey yep!
Hey hey hey yep!
Hey hey hey yep!
Hey hey hey yep!

[Ludacris]
Ciara on the track and she from the, the (ha!)
Ludacris once again and I´m from the, the (ha!)
Ciara, Ludacris and we gon rep that (ha!)
Let´s go!





 

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