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Higher
344
Hip-Hop/Rap
Higher was released on February 28, 2025 by Talk Money Ent. as a part of the album Plus Ultra
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Release DateFebruary 28, 2025
LabelTalk Money Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Critch
Jay Critch
Vocals
Laron Wages
Laron Wages
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Laron Wages
Laron Wages
Composer
Jason Critchlow
Jason Critchlow
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JonBoyIce
JonBoyIce
Producer
Josh Schaller
Josh Schaller
Executive Producer
Laron Wages
Laron Wages
Producer

Lyrics

Who higher than me?
Bad bitch, she put that shit on, baby get flyer than me
And the opps never come this way, **** stay on they side of the street
Brodie moving on the time with the G (brody moving on time with the g, boom)
He gon' slide and repeat, I'ma go plane jane, time; AP
I told you bitches stop bothering me
I was only tryna vibe with the freak
Mob ties, so I throw up the 3's
I count that money, it's going with me
Play with that money, it's over for you
New money it's never over for me
And she bad, but she got no cheese
That right there, ain't nothing I need
Pack right here, we still moving p's
Strap right here, I let that shit squeeze
She got a nice ass, oh let me squeeze it
Kick in the door, I ain't using no key
I make some room in this shit, had to squeeze
R.I.P. Nico and R.I.P Feez (R.I.P Block)
Who higher than me?
Bad bitch, she put that shit on, baby get flyer than me
And the opps never come this way, they stay on they side of the street
Brodie moving on the time with the G
He gon' slide and repeat, I'ma go plane jane, time; AP
I tell your bitch to stop bothering me
I was only tryna vibe with the freak
Miami skyline, I slide with a freak
Why God keep blessing me and I ain't even sneeze
Why did I spend all that money on Rick, when I should've went and bought L.V.?
Why when I talk that money, they looking at me like I speak Chinese?
And I ain't gon' argue with you, so don't try to argue with me
Smoke in the air, it get harder to see
Hot box the whip, and the shit getting foggy
She gon leap on it, she feeling froggy
Bad lil thing, shit from New Orleans
I only like dollar signs, and shorty keep telling me that she a Taurus
I'm tryna get inside like a tourist
Big money, that shit on the floor
Brodie hop out, holding a torch
Tryna split him like he got divorced
And I know you know Jay Critch
Don't make me go Jason Borne
Get some blood on my white Air Force
Brody like chill I've been feening to score
She suck me out of my L.V. shorts
Double cup, now I feel like I'm floating, I get airborne
Who higher than me?
Bad bitch, she put that shit on, baby get flyer than me
And the opps never come this way, they stay on they side of the street
Brodie moving on the time with the G
He gon' slide and repeat, I'ma go plane jane; time AP
I tell your bitch to stop bothering me
I was only tryna vibe with the freak
Written by: Jason Critchlow, Laron Wages
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