Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Tony Son
Tony Son
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richie Souf
Richie Souf
Producer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Recording Engineer
Eric Gonzalez
Eric Gonzalez
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Jose Ivan Jimenez
Jose Ivan Jimenez
Assistant Engineer
Maddox Chhim
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
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