High in the sky, I’m floatin’ like a ghost,
Big head hundreds, never brag the most.
Roll up the loud, let the smoke kiss the moon,
City lights blink, but my mind’s in a dune.
Gold on my teeth, drip like a tide,
Voices in the back seat, all down to ride.
Cash in my lap, but it can’t buy time,
I just want the rush, not the climb.