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I'ma take a Bud Light break, ah, ah
I just came down from the high of my life
I just, I just came down from the high of my life
See us popping champagne, we could do it all night
And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright
How you expecting awards when you ain't put in work?
And I just got off the phone, yeah, with my realtor
And I've been eating so good that, bitch, my belly broke
And I might cop that Mulsanne cause, bitch, that Bentley talk
Put that sauce on that bitch real quick
Put that ice on that wrist real slick
Girl, I know you know my wallet's real thick
And I'm wonderin', wonderin' what you're drinking
I just came down from the high of my life
I just, I just came down from the high of my life
See us popping champagne, we could do it all night
And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright
We don't fucking fuck with y'all, do we?
We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we?
Bring that money back to yours truly
When I'm rocking all my goddamn jewelry, yeah
Hey, I just hopped out the foreign, looking so pretty, yeah
And yeah, that watch on my arm look like a trillion
You know that White Iverson, no, keep that jewelry tucked
And I just bought out my brain, I feel like Bubba Chuck
Girl, I'm zoned out, I feel my Xans
Ain't nobody understand
It's you and I, go and call your friends
Let's get a lot of kerosene
You gon' ride that bump-and-grind
Yeah, let me see that double-time
You ain't gotta tell them hoes because they know, yeah
I just came down from the high of my life
I just, I just came down from the high of my life
See us popping champagne, we could do it all night
And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright
We don't fucking fuck with y'all, do we?
We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we?
Bring that money back to yours truly
When I'm rocking all my God damn jewelry
Tell me, who do you call?
When the night gets long
And you're sitting by the phone
'Cause all those drugs wore off
I just came down from the high of my life
I just, I just came down from the high of my life
See us popping champagne, we could do it all night
And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright
High of my life
High of my life
High of my life
High of my life
High of my life