Chris Brown – High End (feat. Future & Young Thug)

I want a molly (uh)
I am not from the Earth (from the Earth)
On a Ducati, stuntin’ on ’em
You know, what we doin’ (what)
We don’t let bygones be bygones
What’s the list read?

Spend a milli’ at a store (to get tags)
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille (yeah)
From these diamonds (from these diamonds)
Gotta go find it (gotta go find it)

We like Shaolin (we like Shaolin)
I’m on a high end (jet)
I would climb in (let’s get it)
I’m a big B like a wasp (uh)
I’ma get seasick (seasick)
Everything high end (high end)

Should get fired up (fired up)
Everything high end
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
I see it, it’s mine then (I got it)
Left my Tesla sittin’ at the house on the charge

(yeah, yeah) What’s the total?
Maybach seat massage (skrrt, skrrt)
Put some hundreds in gem clips (look like a thotty)
Pluto
Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt)
Eyes locked in (uh huh)
Uh (pew, pew)
And you fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
I whip the Masi’ (Masi’)
Stay on my fly shit (fly shit)
Nigga tried to take my money, I left his ass in there
I’m flyin’ private (private)
400 racks on my car (uh)
High end, yeah
Everything high end (high end)
Jump in the Cayenne (skrrt, skrrt)
All the vampires know that we don’t go to sleep
Ran out of mileage (ran out of mileage)
Rockin’ Balenci’ (rockin’ Balenci’)
Sit next to a thotty (sit next to a thotty)
Juug set Wu-Tang (juug set Wu-Tang)
Everything high end (uh)
On my Dubai shit (‘bai shit)
Then hopped inside the Jag, I did the dash, you know that (skrrt)
Can’t come to me, I’m a boss (yeah)
I’m on a high end (I’m on a high)
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
I’m wet up like faucets
Catch up to not get
Everything high end, you see the stars
[Verse 1: Future]
They be wired up (wired up)
Security outside like a guard (damn)
I like it, I bought it (it’s mine)
Whippin’ up big B’s (whip up big B’s)
Everything high end (high end)

King Tut gotta say it’s old (auction)
Freaky in my car (yeah)
What’s the total?
Pluto
I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
Got my wrist like King Tut’s (now go get that)
Make a deposit (‘posit)
I want an X pill (uh)
Caught my first body, I was a man from there (yeah)
I ain’t gon’ stay on no scene, I let my lawyer handle that (yeah)
Put the doors in knap sacks (snacks)
I wanna bargain (on God)
I just be stylin’ (stylin’, style)
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Get it
In a big body (in a big body)
Backseat turn to bump (yeah)
What’s the list read?
‘Cause they say I’m spendin’ too much money in the stores
Should retire (retire)
I’m set, slatt, set, gang, set
And you fake, nigga (fake, nigga)
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch
I’m ’bout to fly in (set)
I’m on a fly end (eh, yeah)
All of you niggas my little homies
Securin’ my spot, I’m a dog (secure)
Got a old mink on the floor (damn)
Haha
[Intro: Future]
We ’bout to fly in (yeah, ooh)
Here’s some knowledge for you
I pop a half a perc (half a perc)
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Securin’ the spot like a guard (secure the spot)
Don’t fuck with Fed niggas (Fed niggas)
Jump in the Cayenne (jump in the Cayenne)
She ’bout to climax (yeah)
I was just glidin’ (I was just glidin’)
[Interlude: Future]
‘Bout to hit Khaled (yeah)
Richard Mille cost me ’bout an Aston-Martin
Put some ice on a basic bitch (put some ice on a basic bitch)