Ciara – High Price Lyrics  Share

(feat. Ludacris)

[Ludacris:]
Ciara on the track and she from the, the (A!)
Ludacris once again and I^,m from the, the (A!)
Ciara, Ludacris and we gon rep that (A!)
(A, A, A, yep!) Let^,s Go!

[Verse 1: Ciara]
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?

[Chorus:]
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!)
A- A- A- A- A- Already (Holdin)
I got money,
I, I, I got (Money)(yep!)
Already holdin (Already holdin!)

[Verse 2:]
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,
[ High Price lyrics from
http://www.musiclyricsnow.net/c/ciara/high-price/ ]
But what do you got on it?

[Chorus:]
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!)
A- A- A- A- A- Already (Holdin)
I got money,
I, I, I got (Money)(yep!)
Already holdin (Already holdin!)

[Ludacris:]
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!
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