Lyrics from the song “High Price” by Ciara feat. Ludacris

Now you can have anything that you want/ and Imma keep throwin ya, throwin ya, throwin ya stacks/ Do everything that he won’t/ 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 (You know me!)/ Let’s go on a shopping spree to an expensive place (You know me!)/ Then I lick you up and I lick you down/ cuz I love your expensive taste (You know me!)/ 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!