Lyrics High $takes - Tev

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)
Yeah (Uhuh)
Yeah, it's all about high stakes man (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

High Stakes, know that
I might, fall back
She's scared, no cap
He's fake, no dap
All I play is the back of the backs
She wanna fuck in the back of the Lac'
Raw dog, just like that
Fuck that, always strapped

New phone, who this?
Sit back, sip Chris
Her nips, might slip
It's lit, don't miss
But she really wanna suck on the dick
And I don't really wanna fuck with the bitch
Just dip, it's clipped
I'm gone, don't trip

Yeah
I don't know how I'm feelin' 'bout this year, nigga
Honestly I left some people I loved in last year, nigga
Gotta keep my circle tight, cause ain't no fuckin' squares, nigga
Here nigga
This is where I stand
Broken pieces of a man
See I got a new pedigree
See I gotta do things to better me
Shoutout all the dumb bitches that deaded me
Now she wanna top, give head for free, dead for me
I'm bi, bi, bi, bi, back again
I gotta stack these Benjamins
So tell a friend, to tell a friend
That I'm only tryna get these ends, yeah

And let me, let me, let you know, let you know
Nigga I ain't out here feenin' for no hoes (For no hoes)
'Cause a nigga really, really 'bout the dough ('Bout the dough)
Yeah, I gotta go (Uh)
I want some more (Huh)

Let me, let me, let you know, let you know
Nigga I ain't out here feenin' for no hoes (For no hoes)
'Cause a nigga really, really 'bout the dough ('Bout the dough)
Yeah, I gotta go (Uh)
I want some more (Huh)

High Stakes, know that
I might, fall back
She's scared, no cap
He's fake, no dap
All I play is the back of the backs
She wanna fuck in the back of the Lac'
Raw dog, just like that
Fuck that, always strapped

New phone, who this?
Sit back, sip Chris
Her nips, might slip
It's lit, don't miss
But she really wanna suck on the dick
And I don't really wanna fuck with the bitch
Just dip, it's clipped
I'm gone, don't trip

Yeah
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a biddie by the toe
If she holla, let her know
I am 'bout this fuckin' dough (Uh)
She trying to take mine (Nah)
No time for playtime (Look)
Word on the grapevine
A nigga gon' age like fine wine
I said old money, new hoes
New money, old foes
They tryna get my dough
I tell em that's a no-no
And this ain't no Joe schmoe
She really want some promo
This birdie she a dodo
She really need to go, go, go

And let me, let me, let you know, let you know
Nigga I ain't out here feenin' for no hoes (For no hoes)
'Cause a nigga really, really 'bout the dough ('Bout the dough)
Yeah, I gotta go (Uh)
I want some more (Huh)

Let me, let me, let you know, let you know
Nigga I ain't out here feenin' for no hoes (For no hoes)
'Cause a nigga really, really 'bout the dough ('Bout the dough)
Yeah, I gotta go (Uh)
I want some more (Huh)

High Stakes, know that
I might, fall back
She's scared, no cap
He's fake, no dap
All I play is the back of the backs
She wanna fuck in the back of the Lac'
Raw dog, just like that
Fuck that, always strapped

New phone, who this?
Sit back, sip chris
Her nips, might slip
It's lit, don't miss
But she really wanna suck on the dick
And I don't really wanna fuck with the bitch
Just dip, it's clipped
I'm gone, don't trip