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HIGHROLLER
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Hip-Hop/Rap
HIGHROLLER fue publicado el 29 de agosto de 2025 por Columbia como parte del álbum Lonely At The Top
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Fecha de lanzamiento29 de agosto de 2025
SelloColumbia
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM95

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Letras

[Intro]
Uh
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Blowin' money fast but we ride slow (Skrrt)
This lifestyle, we live to die for so bullets is hollows
Ain't no tellin' how it might go
Shooters hoppin' out with the mask
Watch his whole life flash, it's a slideshow
Every day is a dice roll, might get his head cracked
**** ain't playin' fair, tryna make his bread back
They go crazy when they see low green
When you get the hot hand, that kill they self-esteem
Street dreams are made of these
My uncle's whip just got seized for a hundred keys
Couldn't believe it when I heard the news
Though I always knew that the hustler spirit is in my blood
Just a different path I had to choose
I'm havin' it my way, ain't playin' by the rules
Real player in the game, could give you a pointer or two
Said when the odds against you, what you gon' do?
Gotta keep a winner's attitude or else you bound to lose
[Chorus]
Ooh, girl, I wanna know
Girl, I'm 'bout that dollar
Baby, when I call you
You know that I mean it, babe
(I need it, babe)
Girl, I started from the bottom
But I fell harder
Baby, when I see your face
Money fix your problems
Lil' baby wanna touch my pockets
Tell me
What you want, I'ma cop it
I oughta tell you, baby
It's yours, it's yours
[Verse 2]
We just tryna thrive 'cause all we know is survival
Livin' in the concrete jungle, had to be tribal
Basic instincts, my second nature is primal
Any sign of a rival, dead on arrival
Every day, my **** gon' pray, hand on the Bible
On these streets, seen false prophets and false idols
Lotta **** claimin' they king and lost titles by they queens
Got they ass set up 'cause they was liable
I'm breathin' new life in the game, it's a revival
Left me no choice to take your spot, it was rightful
Life is a bitch and she back on her cycle
Can't stop till the chips I stacked tall as the Eiffel
My attitude's spiteful, my vision is insightful
Only downfall, at times I'm too prideful
I'm the king of poppin' shit but I ain't Michael
The bag's so long, look like I'm packin' a rifle
[Chorus]
Ooh, girl, I wanna know
Girl, I'm 'bout that dollar
Baby, when I call you
You know that I mean it, babe
(I need it, babe)
Girl, I started from the bottom
But I fell harder
Baby, when I see your face
Money fix your problems
Lil' baby wanna touch my pockets
Tell me
What you want, I'ma cop it
I oughta tell you, baby
It's yours, it's yours
[Verse 3]
Came a long ways, only wanted that
You was fuckin' with them drug dealers out there sellin' packs
Had to let my money stack
Start to rap, got up in my bag, had to doubleback
Now I'm a star, hit you in that sweet with that honey pack
Unwrap, them bums clap while them guns clap
Shooutouts in your hood while I'm in it, I'm still gon' come back
I'm with all the smoke, I'ma hit it until my lungs black
Then you poke it out, I'ma stick it just like a thumbtack, woo
Jerking like you don't want that
I want you to lick it until your tongue chapped
Them diamonds be hittin' under Burberry mittens
Baguettie cut to precision, see, you ain't peep the vision
I been on a mission
Copped you a new Patti LaBelle, that's a new addition
Maybach, color Bobby Brown, this the new edition
[Chorus]
Ooh, girl, I wanna know
Girl, I'm 'bout that dollar
Baby, when I call you
You know that I mean it, babe
(I need it, babe)
Girl, I started from the bottom
But I fell harder
Baby, when I see your face
Money fix your problems
Lil' baby wanna touch my pockets
Tell me
What you want, I'ma cop it
I oughta tell you, baby
It's yours, it's yours
Written by: Arkele Brown, C Slater, Coleman, Darold Brown, E. McCaine, Jacobi Aiken, Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Matthew Jehu Samuels
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