High Life

Yeah… upper level shit, you already know

From the bottom to the penthouse, now we overflow

Ice on me cold when I’m flexing in the mansion

Turn the speakers up, this the national anthem

Drippin’ in VVS, teeth flash like camera pops,

Rollie skatin’ on my wrist, the grind never stop

Yacht cuttin’ through the blue, Monaco lights on blast,

Foreign whips screamin’, hunnid miles on the dash

Pull up in the Maybach with the curtains closed,

Bad lil’ thing beside me, she a rich lil’ hoe,

Diamonds hit different when the flash go off,

Haters watchin’ from the side, but they already lost.

Upper level flexin’, diamonds dancin’ in the light,

Cocaine confessions in the coupe, blowin’ bands all night,

Gold diggers on the payroll, still I spoil ’em right,

Mansions, private suites, and Off-White every flight—

We ball so hard the haters need a timeout.

Lines on the marble counter, straighter than my credit,

Hoes huntin’ for the bag, she done maxed my credit,

Off-White suit custom cut, razor-sharp like the fade,

Private jet to paradise, mile-high in the shade.

Bottles poppin’ like fireworks on the Fourth,

Shorty twerkin’ on the deck, yacht rockin’ back and forth,

Stackin’ blue faces taller than the Burj Khalifa,

They talk behind my back, but they still tryna please ya.

Upper level flexin’, diamonds dancin’ in the light,

Cocaine confessions in the coupe, blowin’ bands all night,

Gold diggers on the payroll, still I spoil ’em right,

Mansions, private suites, and Off-White every flight—

We ball so hard the haters need a timeout.

Diamonds dancin’ every time the lights shift,

City look different from a private lift.

Paper stack tall, block half the skyline,

Wrist move once, watch the whole room glitch.

Custom Patek on the wrist, tellin’ time in advance,

Gold digger whisperin’ sweet nothings, but it’s all finance,

Private suite in Vegas, blackjack table on freeze,

We livin’ like the movie, but this shit ain’t CGI.

They dig for the gold, but I’m buried in ice,

Spend it on ’em anyway—call it a vice,

Private suite penthouse views, sin on repeat,

Flex so obscene, got my name on ya screen.

From the trap to the trap house in the hills,

Still the same trapper, just upgraded the bills.

Upper level flexin’, diamonds dancin’ in the light,

Cocaine confessions in the coupe, blowin’ bands all night,

Gold diggers on the payroll, still I spoil ‘em right,

Mansions, private suites, and Off-White every flight—

We ball so hard the whole world need a timeout,

Upper level forever, yeah we run this shit now,

Diamonds dancin’, bands stackin’, never comin’ down.