Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Vocals
Future
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Tony Son
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richie Souf
Producer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Recording Engineer
Eric Gonzalez
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Jose Ivan Jimenez
Assistant Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
High end, yeah
You know what we doin'
I'm set, set set gang, set
[Verse 2]
I'm on the high end (Drip)
I'm 'bout to fly in (Set)
Hop in a Cayenne (Trip)
I was just glidin' (I was just glidin')
I just be stylin' (Style, style)
I'm on a high end (I'm on a high)
I'm 'bout to fly in (Aye, yeah)
We 'bout to fly in (Yeah, ooh, true!)
[Verse 3]
Jump in a Cayenne (Jump in a Cayenne)
Jump in a Cayenne (Skrrt skrrt)
Ran outta' molly (Ran out of Mol')
Gotta' go find it (Gotta go find it)
Snatch me a thottie (Snatch me a thottie)
In a big body (In a big body)
Juug Set, Wu-Tang (Juug Set, Wu-Tang)
We like Shaolin (We like Shaolin)
[Verse 4]
What's the total? (Yeah, yeah)
What's the list read?
Rockin' Balenci (Rockin' Balenci)
Whippin' a big B (Whip a Bent)
What's the total?
What's the list read?
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille
Yeah, Richard Mille cost me 'bout a Aston Martin
Left my Tesla sittin' at the house, on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
'Cause they say don't spend up too much money in the stores
Pluto!
[Verse 5]
Ha'!
Every thing high end
I whip the Masi
I pop a half a perc
Make a deposit
I am not from the earth
Stay on my fly shit
I'm flyin' private
On my Dubai shit
On the Ducati
Stuntin' on 'em
All of you **** my little homies
Here's some knowledge for you
Stop tryin to wife a thot bitch
[Verse 6]
All the vampires know that we don't go to sleep
We stay up all night
Pop me two or three
Pill exotic type
[Verse 7]
Every thing high end
You see the stars
And my Richard Mille
Cost more than your car
Every thing high end
Every thing high end
And you fake ****
Should retire
And you fuck ****
Should get fired up
Don't fuck with fed ****
They be wired up
[Verse 8]
Pluto!
[Verse 9]
Everything high end
[Verse 10]
I wanna bargain (On God)
'Bout to hit Khaled (Yeah)
I wanna X pill
I wanna molly
I'ma get seasick
From these diamonds
Eyes locked in
I would climb in
Peep out the Climax
Put the doors in knapsacks
Put some ice on a basic bitch
Put the hundreds in gem clips
Freaky in my car
Maybach seat massage
Backseat turn to bump
Security outside like a guard
Securing my spot, I'ma dog
Securing the sky like a star
I'm a big bee like a wasp
Can't come to me, I'ma boss
Four hundred racks on the car
Gotta old mink on the floor
King Tut gotta say it's sold (Auction)
Spend a Milly at a store (To get tags)
Got my wrist like King Tut's (Now go get that)
Caught my first body, I was a man from there (Yeah)
**** tried take my money, I left his ass in there
Been humped inside that jag
I did the dash you know that
I ain't gon' stay on no scene, I let my lawyer handle that
(Get it)
[Verse 11]
Yeah, every thing high end (Yeah)
I see it, it's mine then (I got it)
I like it, I buyed it (That's mine)
I'm wet up like faucets
Catch up and not get
We don't let Bygones be bygones
Written by: Chris Brown, Jeffery Williams, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tony Son