Lyrics NEW HIGH - Don Toliver , Yeat

New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all this shit like
You say you like all fashion, you say you like vintage
You like, you like, you like

You like to only call when it appropriate to you
You act like it's misery around, cause all I see is through
Yeah, let's go back to Beverly Hills
Yeah, let's go back to when you was in your feels
I'm inside 'em big trucks baby, huh
I'm outside, I count big bucks, baby, huh
Promise, I won't fuck with them, baby, huh
Come outside, baby, I'm not crazy, baby
Yeah, and I could pull up with diamonds, 24-7 at Rick Owen
I was tryna tell you I never miss, like a free throw
When the opp side 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, I could get you cooked like you're motherfuckin' rice now
I move through life- move through life slow
Don't listen to, don't listen to this man
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
I was doin' shit on the snow

New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all this shit like
You say you like all fashion, you say you like vintage
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 looks like Grey Poupon
Check up on my dime, 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 this shit like
You say you like all fashion, you say you like vintage
You like, you like, you like