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

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

No limit lyrics by Usher ft young thug

Make you say uh, no limit

Got that Master P, no limit baby

Give you that black card, no limit

Just know when you roll with a nigga like me

There's no limit baby

Make you say uh, no limit

I C-murder that, no limit baby

Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit

Just know when you roll with a nigga like me

There's no limit baby

You know you fine

Baby you know that you fine

I'm just tryna make you mine

Tryna make you mine

Yeah I'm tryna make you mine

Put a tingle in your spine

We got to vibe, we got a wave

You should ride on it

All the places I could take

You girl is limitless

So if you never been

Girl I would just love to take you there

You don't have to worry 'bout a thing

I got it, let me show you better than

'Cause I may not know you

Just let me hold you

You be my soldier

And you from the 'Nolia

Make you say uh, no limit

Got that Master P, no limit baby

Give you that black card, no limit

Just know when you roll with a nigga like me

There's no limit baby

Make you say uh, no limit

I C-murder that, no limit baby

Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit

Just know when you roll with a nigga like me

There's no limit baby

Cars on decline, baby the cars on decline

You roll with me, you miss shine

Baby we shine, yeah lil mama we shine

Just pick a destination

Go 'head show me you can get like everything

Show me like any car, any house

Baby you can get like any ring

Anything

You knock it, knock it down

All through the night, all through the day yeah

I knock that pussy out

Baby you call, it's Sugar Ray yeah

'Cause I may not know you

Just let me hold you

You be my soldier

And you from the 'Nolia

Make you say uh, no limit

Got that Master P, no limit baby

Give you that black card, no limit

Just know when you roll with a nigga like me

There's no limit baby

Make you say uh, no limit

I see C-murder that, no limit baby

Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit

Just know when you roll with a nigga like me

There's no limit baby

You finer than wine

Baby girl I ain't lying

Make my homies drop a dime

Commit a crime

Jeopardize my lifeline

Just to see your vital sign

Ain't no limit, babe we do it larger

Ain't no limit babe when you a starter

Martyr outsmart the 'Rari, 'Rari

Fill the session with Bacardi Barbies

Kerosene, kerosene

Promise spin, washing machine

Thin waisted primadonna

Never limit, I'm a stoner

Tinted out, them never rentals

Fuck them boys, they always get us

Bottle and rag denim

I'mma spend my night with 'dem

I could put karats all over you

Karats all over you

Never mind, we only poppin' shit

Man I been getting high with these fools

And she said all her friends fake, was solo rocking

And she a real bad bad bitch, she ain't gotta Photoshop it

Uh, no limit

I C-murder that, no limit baby

Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit

Just know when you roll with a nigga like me

There's no limit baby