Lyrics: Guy Lawrence/Howard Lawrence/Adam Daniel/Tyron Kaymone Frampton
Music: Guy Lawrence/Howard Lawrence/Adam Daniel/Tyron Kaymone Frampton
Ba-dum bum, duh-nuh-nuh
Yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
(Yes sir, hey, yes sir) Yeah
(Hey) Look
You was there standing all night
Your heartbeat matching with the lights
Your boyfriend got you super tight
You wanna baller so you ball for me in spite
bich, don't fk up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fk up my high, my high, my high (Please don't, please)
Please don't fk up my high, my what? My high (Please don't, please)
Please don't fk up my high, my—
Everyday Aminé gon' ball so you know I make the hoes say, "Hey"
fkin' nigs up until the beat get played (Oh)
Shawty wanna fk until she get saved (Ah)
Club promoters wanna act like they know me (Uh)
Club promoters wanna be my homies (Uh)
Bad news nig, you ain't really the homie (No)
Bad news nig, you ain't really the homie (Woo)
bich, I'll leave you by your lonely (Yeah)
L-I-E and then you back on your lonely (Yeah)
fk with me and now you always horny (Yeah)
fk with him and now you want more money (Ooh)
Corny biches get no love
Corny biches get no love
Thinks I'm wrong, maybe it's them drugs
Sike, it's you and we singing to the club, like
You was there standing all night (Oh, true)
Your heartbeat matching with the lights (True blue)
Your boyfriend got you super tight (Oh, you tight)
You wanna baller so you ball for me in spite (Let's go)
bich, don't fk up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fk up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fk up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fk up my high, my—
Ah, don't fk up my high
Please don't fk up my high
Please don't fk up my high
You do it like, the minimum, the minimum, the minimum
The minimum, the minimum, the minimum
Are you mad? Must be out of your mind (Woo)
You look so sad, have a spliff, get high (Ah)
She bad, yeah, she racking up ten lines
Come and take a walk on the wild side
And I bet nobody ****ing up my ****
Ain't nobody take the bump out my stride
And the mans don't dance, got too much pride
When we raise our glass he go glass in the eye
Eye for an eye make the whole world blind
Don't fk up my high
High as Hell with your YSL
Drip's on, looking like a Mademoiselle
See you pretty in pink, can I tickle you?
Like, can I have a look at your caramel?
Tell your boyfriend, "Gonna be home late"
Spend your money like a tax rebate
You was there standing all night (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your heartbeat matching with the lights (Oh)
Your boyfriend got you super tight (Uh-huh)
You wanna baller so you ball for me in spite
B, don't fk up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fk up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fk up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fk up my high, my—
Yeah, don't bring me down (Down)
Bring me down, down (Down, down, down)
Don't bring me down (Down)
Bring me down, down (Down, down, down)
I said, "Don't bring me down" (Down)
"Bring me down, down, down, down, down, down" (Comin' down)
Don't bring me down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Don't bring me down, don't bring me down, don't bring me
Don't bring me down, don't, shh, ayy
Got me down, you got me down, down
You got me down, you got me down, down (You got me down)
Don't bring me down, don't bring me down
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please...
Don't bring me down (Don't fk it up)
Don't bring me down, down, down (Don't fk it up)
Don't bring me down, down, down (Don't fk it up)
B, don't fk up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fk up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fk up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fk up my high, my—
Ah, don't fk it up
I got energy, energy, haha
Energy, energy, b
I got energy, energy