High Price - Ciara, Ludacris

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!

(Yea 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)

Yea I know you want it,

But what do you got on it?

Cause I’m high price

Better have on a hot pair of nikes,

Better buy me anything I like

Cause I’m already holdin, holdin

High price,

Better have on a hot pair of nikes,

Better buy me anything I like

Cause I’m already holdin, holdin

Already,

A- A- A- Already (Holdin) (yep!)

I got money,

I, I, I got (Money) (yep!)

Already holdin (Already holdin!)

See me in the drop fresh head fresh up out the hair salon booty look softer

than a mcdonalds hamburger bun I got the phantom gold sir on my wrist please

believe I’m a ten yeah shawty I’m hte shit

You know me!

(see louis vuittons under my rim)

You know me!

(yea 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)

Yea I know you want it,

But what do you got on it?

Cause I’m high price

Better have on a hot pair of nikes,

Better buy me anything I like

Cause I’m already holdin, holdin

High price,

Better have on a hot pair of nikes,

Better buy me anything I like

Cause I’m already holdin, holdin

Already,

A- A- A- Already (Holdin) (yep!)

I got money,

I, I, I got (Money) (yep!)

Already holdin (Already holdin!)

Now you can have anything that you want

And I’m a 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 it’s hard to see

How I don’t work hard for the money

But my money works hard for me (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 appetite'

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 speaks 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!