High End lyrics by Chris Brown Ft Young Thug & Future

[Future:]
High end, yeah
You know, what we doin' (what)
I'm set, slatt, set, gang, set
I'm on a high end (jet)
I'm 'bout to fly in (set)
Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I was just glidin' (I was just glidin')
I just be stylin' (stylin', style)
I'm on a high end (I'm on a high)
I'm on a fly end (eh, yeah)
We 'bout to fly in (yeah, ooh)
Jump in the Cayenne (jump in the Cayenne)
Jump in the Cayenne (skrrt, skrrt)
Ran out of mileage (ran out of mileage)
Gotta go find it (gotta go find it)
Snatch up a thotty (snatch up to a thotty)
In a big body (in a big body)
Dripset Wu-Tang (Dripset Wu-Tang)
We like Shaolin (we like Shaolin)
What's the total? (yeah, yeah)
What's the lick read? (what the lick read)
Rockin' Balenci' (rockin' Balenci')
Whippin' up big B's (whip up big B's)
What's the total?
What's the list read?
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille (yeah)
Richard Mille cost me 'bout an Aston-Martin
Left my Tesla sittin' at the house on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
'Cause they say I'm spendin' too much money in the
stores
Pluto
[Chris Brown:]
Haha
Everything high end (high end)
I whip the Masi' (Masi')
I pop a half a perc (half a perc)
Make a deposit ('posit)
I am not from the Earth (from the Earth)
Stay on my fly shit (fly shit)
I'm flyin' private (private)
On my Dubai shit ('bai shit)
On a Ducati, stuntin' on 'em
All of you niggas my little homies
Here's some knowledge for you
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch
All the vampires know that we don't go to sleep
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill
exotic type

Everything high end, you see the stars
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
Everything high end (high end)
Everything high end (high end)
And you fake, nigga (fake, nigga)
Should retire (retire)
And you fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
Should get fired up (fired up)
Don't fuck with Fed niggas (Fed niggas)
They be wired up (wired up)
[Future:]
Pluto
Everything high end
[Young Thug:]
Uh (pew, pew)
I wanna bargain (on God)
'Bout to hit Khaled (yeah)
I want an X pill (uh)
I want a molly (uh)
I'ma get seasick (seasick)
From these diamonds (from these diamonds)
Eyes locked in (uh huh)
I would climb in (let's get it)
She 'bout to climax (yeah)
Put the doors in knap sacks (snacks)
Put some ice on a basic bitch (put some ice on a
basic bitch)
Put some hundreds in gem clips (look like a thotty)
Freaky in my car (yeah)
Maybach seat massage (skrrt, skrrt)
Backseat turn to bump (yeah)
Security outside like a guard (damn)
Securin' my spot, I'm a dog (secure)
Securin' the spot like a guard (secure the spot)
I'm a big B like a wasp (uh)
Can't come to me, I'm a boss (yeah)
400 racks on my car (uh)
Got a old mink on the floor (damn)
King Tut gotta say it's old (auction)
Spend a milli' 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)
Nigga tried to take my money, I left his ass in there
Then hopped inside the Jag, I did the dash, you
know that (skrrt)
I ain't gon' stay on no scene, I let my lawyer handle
that (yeah)
Get it
Everything high end (uh)
I see it, it's mine then (I got it)
I like it, I bought it (it's mine)
I'm wet up like faucets
Catch up to not get
We don't let bygones be bygones a

No Cap lyrics by Future Ft Young Thug

[Intro: Future]
Ha ha
Yeah
[Verse 1: Future]
Take it out the bank, go put it up
Got my main hoe, put her up
Straight off the lot, go put it up
My last two foreigns pulled up
Straight out the bank, go put it up
Everybody in the hood gone pull up
I got ’em on Xans and the Roxy’s
The homie done ran with a thottie
Every week I change my closet
Got a Fendi store in my house
Got a Bentley garage in my house
Got a watch on my wrist cost a house
My bitch can’t sleep at my house
Make her sleep at a hotel now
And when you talk, man, you talking off cap
And your diamonds they looking like tap
I was always ducking from the paps
Keep an R&B bitch in my lap
Out in Beverly Hills, I adapt
But I still had to ride with that strap

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yellow diamonds like banana, that’s cap
Put some dirty in Mello Yello, no cap
Rocking Maison Margiela’s, that’s cap
Red bitch, Cinderella, no cap
I can turn perro
I can turn Pedro
Bad bitch out the ghetto
Eating like [?]
I’m bout to get better
Still trapping for Beretta’s
Rolls Royce, I’m a gorilla
Getting dome at Coachella
Yeah, hop out the coupe and titty f*ck her
Yeah, free Bobby Shmurda motherf*ck the
Rucker’s
I’ma lean back in the back, she suck like lolli-
suckers
I lied when I said I love her
Backstabbed the bitch, like I’m Michael Myers
[Verse 3: Future]
My little brother keep a stick on the seat
He gone brrrt, brrrt, brrrt until your heart stop
beating
I’m a Zone 6 nigga and I’m riding in a foreign
Fuck a bad yellow bitch anytime I get bored
Nigga, uh
I’m a giant on these streets, nigga, uh
Switch my bitch once a week, nigga, uh
1.5 in my Goyard, uh
Gone need a way bigger surf board, uh
I bust down my plain Yachtmaster with bezels
I flew her out to Vegas, swear to God, forgot to
hit her
I made ’em quit they jobs, then I gave ’em to my
niggas
I gave a little start-up money and put her in a
rental
I send my Ethiopian to go pray at the temple
I flood her heart with diamonds, just to pray, it’s
so expensive
She tasting holy water, so, for me, it’s beneficial
She caught the holy ghost when I gave her the
presidential a

Where ya at lyrics by Future Ft Drake

[Intro]
I don't wanna hear at that, I don't wanna hear none of that
Talkin' to cameras like "What you need?" and all that shit
Fuck that shit, I don't remember none of that shit

[Hook 1: Future]
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out

[Verse 1: Future]
Where your ass was at, dog, you went and switched sides?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas spread lies on him?
Where your ass was at, dog, when the bodies came sliding?
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was serving pies?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was in the Pyrex?
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was drinking Hi-Tech?
Where your ass was at, dog? Came through the projects
Where your ass at? We keep that fully loaded contracts
Had her rain dance on the dick, ass jumping
Running through the pussy like a nigga going jogging
Fuck a little Louis, put it in a bitch pocket
Put a pic with me on the 'gram, now you popping
Where your ass was at when I was trapping in the store?
Had to struggle to get where I'm at and sell dope
Jackie Chan moves got game in the choke
Gas rolling up in the blunt, Amoco

[Hook 2: Future]
12 tryin' come in the spot to open up the dope
Burglar bar doors got a young nigga confident
Juugin' out the stove and we still bangin', honest
Blowing on the O, yo, we call that ho an onion


[Verse 2: Drake]
Man, where your ass was at when we took the city over?
Where your ass was at when all they'd ask was "what's the hold up?"
Where your ass was at when niggas first got the news?
Now your ass around because we’re paying back dues
Where were you? When all the dogs needed help
Lawyers and the commissary ain’t gon’ pay itself
Where your ass was at when we recorded in the bathroom?
Where your ass was at I take attendance like a classroom
Man I ain’t got no choice
Cause nowadays I swear this shit done changed up for the boy
I’m self-made, selfish with my women, self-employed
I’ll buy the neighbors house if they complain about the noise
Man, where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, last winter was the coldest?
Fuck where you was at, I had the 6 on my shoulders

[Hook 1: Future]
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out

[Verse 3: Future]
60 for a walk through, bitch don’t panic
Had them bitches fall through fucking like a savage
Heard you tryna swim in the ocean no jacket
Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet
Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet
Serve a lot of dog food, call you a mutt
Where your ass was at dog, when I was on my come-up?
The reason I’m here today cause I ain't never gave up

[Hook 1: Future]
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out

[Outro: Future]
Where you ass was at, when I was trapping at the stove?
Had to struggle to get where I'm at and sell dope
Juugin' out the stove and we still bangin', honest
Blowing on the O, yo, we call that ho an onion a

Three lyrics by Future Ft Young Thug

DY crazy

[Young Thug:]

Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept 'em
Yeah

[Young Thug (Future):]
I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
Me and my dawg's dope came in on the same boat
Whippin' the same dope, I put the bitch in the
eighth stroke
Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah
Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah
Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah
Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah)
Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah)
Trippin', I'm like a referee up with these gators
(yeah)
Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah)
I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a
Laker (yeah)
Three shot 'em like a mothafuckin' Pacer (Southside,
yeah, yeah)
Never lose like my mothafuckin' McGregor, ya
heard? (Yeah)
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)
Count this money up with glasses like a mixer
(Yeah)
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter (Yeah)
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin never win
Chrome, hard lens, help me sin
Hit him in his back, South Central
Made a lot of M's right from sinnin'
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp? That's-


[Future:]
I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah
I let my kids fly private I'm Supreme, yeah
Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch,
yeah
I want the one with the real hair
I'm out the jungle, a real bear
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
I'm out that zoo, zoo, zoo
I'm a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain't ate
Ain't fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape,
yeah
'Cause these niggas, they ain't loyal, they been
chillin' with the ops
Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off
the block
Had to throw my crack a few times, don't fuck with
or with no cop
Check on Google, I'm out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a
recruiter
I'm a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today she'll never go back average
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own
store
Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin' on
floors
Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know
I'm the richest nigga came from Lil' Mexico
If you ever catch me limpin', 'cause I'm a pimp
Chrome helps me see the haters, I can't see 'em
Gotta keep 10 mil' stashed under my hoe's bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head a

4 Da Gang lyrics by Future

[Future:]

I get big high
This a big guy, yeah
Yeah, Firk, got you
Woo, yeah
We don't never stop at red lights at night, nigga
(Nah)
We don't never stop at red lights at night, nigga
(No)
Two letters, a P and a J, for all my flights, nigga
(Private jet)
Two letters, a P and a J, for all my flights, nigga
I'm drinking a fifth a day, and I'm rocking my ice,
nigga
You see my plain Patek, cost Jerry Rice, nigga
I spent over 80k, just last night, nigga
Death can't get in my way
Don't believe the hype, nigga
Now myself impeccable, and I'm so precise, nigga
It can be in the day time, we don't stop at the light,
nigga
When I woke up at noon, I had went past the moon
(Pluto)
Got a seven car garage (seven car garage), I done
ran out of room
Everything over a quarter, Audemar on my daughter
(Audemar)
She rocking her third Rolley, I can't help but spoil
her (she is spoiled)
I was born a drug task, when my mom gave birth
(when my mom gave birth)
I used to show up in class, on Tuesday's and
Thursday's (on Tuesday's and Thursday's)
Go check my profile, I beat the verdict (I beat the
verdict)

I was kicking it in overdrive, for Seth Firkins (yeah,
yuh)
My diamonds certified, my trigger working (yeah,
yuh)
Got it out the mud, baby, that's why my cups dirty
Yeah, yuh
Now everything I do for my gang gang (my gang
gang)
Even though I made it on the Forbes', ain't a thing
changed (ain't a thing changed)
I got more money than I ever had, I can take some
more pain (more)
You got booked for a controlled substance, I want
more drank (yeah)
It's like a funeral when they see me, 'cause these
hoes faint (yeah)
I done got used to dead homies, I stay in the bank
(yeah)
Ain't got one more tear to shed on me, all my son's
straight (yeah)
I put Casino in my will, nigga, I'm a die with this
cake (Freebandz)
I take the plastic off the seal a trillion miles away
(yeah)
I know every nigga with my gone kill, so I stay out
the way (gang)
I ain't gotta walk around with my steel 'cause the
streets made me
I still keep a chopper at arm's reach, 'cause I stay
faded (yeah)
Them percocets got my homie arm itching, I'ma
still take 'em (oh yeah)
I can finesse him without pulling out my gun, how
he gone still hate me?
I'm a nine figure nigga, we ain't never worried about
murder cases (murder)
My slime nigga, buy 'em a Bugatti on your birthday
(SLATT)
Every time we plead, we plead not guilty in the first
place (On God)
I look my demon in the face, I'm booted up the
worst way
She want my semen, so she can run with it and
take it to the bank (yeah)
I can't grieve, 'cause ain't none of my grandma bills
late (on gang)
I bought my mom a mansion and it came with a
lake
I'm so real, my day one got every code to my safe
(Oh yeah)
I told my ex hoes, "can't nobody take my
place" (no)
I know I'm a rockstar and that's on everything
Now everything I do for my gang gang (my gang
gang)
Even though I made it on the Forbes', ain't a thing
changed (ain't a thing changed)
I got more money than I ever had, I can take some
more pain (more)
You got booked for a controlled substance, I want
more drank (yeah)
It's like a funeral when they see me, 'cause these
hoes faint (yeah)
I done got used to dead homies, I stay in the bank
(yeah)
Ain't got one more tear to shed on me, all my son's
straight (yeah)
I put Casino in my will, nigga, I'm a die with this
cake (Freebandz) a