"NEW HIGH" lyrics
Yeat & Don Toliver Lyrics
New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like old fashion, you say you like vintage (Vintage, uh)
You like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like)
You like to only call when it appropriate to you (Ah, hoo)
You act like it's mirrors around, cause all I see is through (Through, ooh)
Yeah, let's go back to Beverly Hills (Hills)
Yeah, let's go back to when you was in your feels (Feel)
I'm inside 'em big trucks, baby, huh (Baby)
Promise, I count big bucks, baby, huh (Baby, uh)
Promise, I won't fuck with them, baby, huh (I won't)
Come outside, baby, I'm not crazy, baby (Ooh)
Yeah, and I could pull up with diamonds, 24/7, not Rick Owen (Rick Owen)
I was tryna tell you we never miss, like free throw (Bang)
On the opps I 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
Lyfestyler, a lavish lyfestyler
Yeah we get you cooked like you motherfuckin' rice now (Ah)
I move through life— move through life slow
Don't listen to, don't listen to the fan
Iced out with mink coat, invented like my flow
Why would I fuck with 'em? They don't get paid half my show
All white, all white, all white, like The Pope
All we do is sit on the snow
New high, new high, yeah (Snow)
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like old fashion, you say you like vintage (Vintage, uh)
You like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like)
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 look like Grey Poupon
Check up on my diamonds, and, ooh, she was crazy
Wanna get your girl, 'cause she just keep on starin'
I took way too many shrooms, this shit is really scary
And way too much drank, I'm drinkin' apparently
You said you like fashion, she say she like vintage
Hit her from the back, pullin' her extensions
She callin' her man up, I am not to mention
She just went from rags, then booted up to riches
New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like old fashion, you say you like vintage (Vintage, uh)
You like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like)
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like old fashion, you say you like vintage (Vintage, uh)
You like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like)
You like to only call when it appropriate to you (Ah, hoo)
You act like it's mirrors around, cause all I see is through (Through, ooh)
Yeah, let's go back to Beverly Hills (Hills)
Yeah, let's go back to when you was in your feels (Feel)
I'm inside 'em big trucks, baby, huh (Baby)
Promise, I count big bucks, baby, huh (Baby, uh)
Promise, I won't fuck with them, baby, huh (I won't)
Come outside, baby, I'm not crazy, baby (Ooh)
Yeah, and I could pull up with diamonds, 24/7, not Rick Owen (Rick Owen)
I was tryna tell you we never miss, like free throw (Bang)
On the opps I 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
Lyfestyler, a lavish lyfestyler
Yeah we get you cooked like you motherfuckin' rice now (Ah)
I move through life— move through life slow
Don't listen to, don't listen to the fan
Iced out with mink coat, invented like my flow
Why would I fuck with 'em? They don't get paid half my show
All white, all white, all white, like The Pope
All we do is sit on the snow
New high, new high, yeah (Snow)
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like old fashion, you say you like vintage (Vintage, uh)
You like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like)
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 look like Grey Poupon
Check up on my diamonds, and, ooh, she was crazy
Wanna get your girl, 'cause she just keep on starin'
I took way too many shrooms, this shit is really scary
And way too much drank, I'm drinkin' apparently
You said you like fashion, she say she like vintage
Hit her from the back, pullin' her extensions
She callin' her man up, I am not to mention
She just went from rags, then booted up to riches
New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like old fashion, you say you like vintage (Vintage, uh)
You like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like)
