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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Vocals
Don Toliver
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Songwriter
Caleb Toliver
Songwriter
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
Primo Pepper
Songwriter
Keian Hernandez Bohn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Synthetic
Producer
Primo
Producer
Streo
Producer
Noah Smith
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like fashion
You say you like vintage
You like, you like, you like, you like
You like, you like, you like, you like
[Verse 1]
You like to only call when it appropriate to you
You act like it's misery around, all I see through
Let's go back to Beverly Hills
Let's go back to when you was in your feels
I'm inside em', big trucks, baby, huh
I'm outside, I count big bucks, baby, huh
Promise I won't fuck with them, baby, huh
Come outside, baby, I'm not crazy, baby
Yeah, and I could pull up with diamonds, 24/7, I Rick Owen
I was tryna tell you I never miss, like free throw
When the opps slide, get four M's, I'm like, "Oh my god, I need those"
And I like when you pull a bend-over, yeah, when you're reachin' your toes
[Verse 2]
Lyfestyler, a lavish lyfestyler
I could get you cooked like some motherfucking rice now
I move through life, move through life slow
Don't listen to, don't listen to this man
Iced out with mink coat, invented like my flow
Why would I fuck with 'em? They'll get paid half my show
All white, all white, all white like the Pope
I was doing shit on the snow
[Chorus]
New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like fashion
You say you like vintage
You like, you like, you like, you like
You like, you like, you like, you like
[Verse 3]
I get Ricky denim, yes a lot, like, come on
A bag full of cash, you can smell that I'm on
My lifestyle crazy, I can't talk on the phone
I whip it out the pot, it looks like Grey Poupon
Check up on my dime, and ooh, she was crazy
Wanna get your girl 'cause she just keep on starin'
I took way too many shrooms, the shit is really scary
And way too much drink, I'm drinking apparently
You say she like fashion, she say she like vintage
Hit her from the back, pulling her extensions
She calling her man up, I am not to mention
She just went from rags, then booted up to riches
[Chorus]
New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like fashion
You say you like vintage
You like, you like, you like, you like
You like, you like, you like, you like
Written by: Caleb Toliver, Javier Mercado, Keian B, Keian Hernandez Bohn, Noah Smith, Primo Pepper