Lyrics: Tracy Marrow/Tiga Sontag
Music: Charles Glenn/Tiga Sontag
Speed of life, fast
It's like walking barefoot over broken glass
It's like jumping rope on a razor blade
All lightning quick, decisions are made
Lifestyle, plush
Females rush
This high-profile personality
Who earns his pay illegally
Professional liar
Schoolboys admire
Young girls desire
Very few live to retire
Cash flow extreme
Dress code supreme
Vocabulary obscene
Definition street player, you know who I mean, the high rollers
People of the city, stop fooling yourself
Crime rules the streets, who the hell else?
All the police have gone out to play
'Cause for enough cold cash, they'll look the other way
Just look at the cars as they go by
Benzes, Ferraris, trucks up high
Beepers connecting players to big-time deals
With all of this technology, who needs to steal?
Just live a life of leisure every night and day
You're living proof that crime does pay
Your life is dangerous and reckless
You eat fly guys and girls for breakfast
You're a titan of the nuclear age
Your muscles flex with an Uzi or 12 gauge, and you
Love the game, that's why ya boast 'cause you're
High priced, high speed, high post, high rollin'
When I say high rollers, I mean the best
Forget the half-steppers and eject the rest
Because these high-ranked officials of our city streets
Make millions all triggered by electric beeps
They dress in diamonds and rope chains
They got the blood of Scarface runnin' through their veins
Silk shirts, leather suits
Hair always fresh, eel-skin boots
Large hearts, though the sizes vary
Bankrolls that take two pockets to carry
Cruising in their 500 Benz Sedan
With their systems peaked out rockin' Pusherman
Yes, their fashion's high and hard to beat
They buy their Gucci at Gucci, not the swap meet, eat
Very well, much clientele
Whatever you need they probably sell, the high rollers
High rollers
High rollers
High rollers
Oh yes, I'm here to tell you females also roll
Drive the same cars, sometimes wear more gold
Cold as an igloo or hot as a flame
They'll shake ya, break ya, you won't know their name
Gangsters to the max, all marks'll be taxed
These girls drive Ferraris, not Cadillacs
Respect is demanded, but men don't understand it
Till they peep the huge bank that these girls have landed, they're
Junkies for fun, love life on the run
If things get hot, they will pull a gun
Prey on the lame, no shame to the game
They all seek power, **** the fame, the high rollers
The high rollers