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Description
Associated Performer: Future feat. The Weeknd
Vocal, Associated Performer: Future
Vocal, Associated Performer: The Weeknd
Lyricist, Composer: Nayvadius Wilburn
Producer, Composer, Lyricist: Abel "The Weeknd" Tesfaye
Lyricist, Composer: Benjamin Diehl
Lyricist, Composer, Producer: Daheala
Composer, Lyricist: Doc McKinney
Producer: Ben Billions
Producer: Metro Boomin
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: Seth Firkins
Recording Engineer: Jason "DaHeala" Quenneville
Lyrics and translation
Original
. . .
High, high, getting high, everybody getting high, getting, getting high.
I just took some molly, what else? Got some bitch from Follies, what else?
She gon' fuck the squad, what else? I'ma fuck her broads, what else? Bitch from
Pakistan, what else? Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
-'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
-Yeah, yeah, Metro Boomin want some more, nigga.
I turn the Ritz into a poor house.
It's like eviction number four now. Go 'head and ash it on the floor now.
Girl, go 'head and show me how you go down.
And I feel my whole body peaking. And I'm fucking anybody with their legs wide.
Getting faded with some bitches from the Westside. East Coast nigga repping
Northside. Never waste a hoe's time. Bitch, I'm on my own time.
Fuck a nigga co-sign. Always change my number and my phone line. Baby girl, I don't lie.
Used to have no money for a crib, now my room service bill cost your whole life.
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military.
I'm camo'd all out like I'm in the military. And free up all my niggas locked up in the penitentiary.
'Cause I'm always repping for that low life, repping for that low life.
Low life, low life, low life. Know I'm repping for that low, low life. Yeah.
Said I'm repping for that low life.
Low life, low life, low life. Said I'm repping for that low life.
Low life, low life, low life.
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water. I been on the molly and them
Xans with your daughter. If she catch me cheating, I won't ever tell her sorry.
If she catch me cheating, I won't ever tell her sorry. Porsches in the Valley, I got
Bentleys, I got 'Raris. Taking pain pills on the plane, getting charged.
Popping tags on tags, I was starving. Bitch, I got the juice and the carbon.
Turn a five star hotel to a trap house.
Roaches everywhere like we forgot to take the trash out. Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion.
Got my baby mama and my side bitch kissing. I turn the Ritz into a lean house.
This the sixth time getting kicked out. I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous.
Niggas trying to ride my fucking wave, now they salty.
Running with the wave, get you killed quick.
Shoot you in your back like you Rick Ricky.
Lil Mexico with no life to -afterlife, my whole life, my whole life.
-'Cause I'm always repping for that low life. Low life, low life, low life.
Know I'm repping for that low, low life.
Yeah.
Said
I'm repping for that low life. Low life, low life, low life.
Said I'm repping for that low life. Low life, low life, low life.
Yeah, they stereotyping.
'Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles. And they know a nigga keep ten snipers.
Keeping baby bottles like we wearing diapers. Yeah, they stereotyping.
'Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles. And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers.
And they know a nigga keep ten wifey's.
Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper.
Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey.
That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey.
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her. That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey.
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her. Oh, that's your wifey, wifey, wifey.
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her.
I just took some molly, what else?
Got some bitch from Follies, what else? She gon' fuck the squad, what else?
I'ma fuck her broads, what else? Bitch from Pakistan, what else?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
We 'bout to fuck this club up, what else?
English translation
. . .
High, high, getting high, everybody getting high, getting, getting high.
I just took some molly, what else? Got some bitch from Follies, what else?
She gon' fuck the squad, what else? I'ma fuck her broads, what else? Bitch from
Pakistan, what else? Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
-'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
-Yeah, yeah, Metro Boomin want some more, nigga.
I turn the Ritz into a poor house.
It's like eviction number four now. Go 'head and ash it on the floor now.
Girl, go 'head and show me how you go down.
And I feel my whole body peaking. And I'm fucking anybody with their legs wide.
Getting faded with some bitches from the Westside. East Coast nigga repping
Northside. Never waste a hoe's time. Bitch, I'm on my own time.
Fuck a nigga co-sign. Always change my number and my phone line. Baby girl, I don't lie.
Used to have no money for a crib, now my room service bill cost your whole life.
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military.
I'm camo'd all out like I'm in the military. And free up all my niggas locked up in the penitentiary.
'Cause I'm always repping for that low life, repping for that low life.
Low life, low life, low life. Know I'm repping for that low, low life. Yeah.
Said I'm repping for that low life.
Low life, low life, low life. Said I'm repping for that low life.
Low life, low life, low life.
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water. I been on the molly and them
Xans with your daughter. If she catch me cheating, I won't ever tell her sorry.
If she catch me cheating, I won't ever tell her sorry. Porsches in the Valley, I got
Bentleys, I got 'Raris. Taking pain pills on the plane, getting charged.
Popping tags on tags, I was starving. Bitch, I got the juice and the carbon.
Turn a five star hotel to a trap house.
Roaches everywhere like we forgot to take the trash out. Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion.
Got my baby mama and my side bitch kissing. I turn the Ritz into a lean house.
This the sixth time getting kicked out. I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous.
Niggas trying to ride my fucking wave, now they salty.
Running with the wave, get you killed quick.
Shoot you in your back like you Rick Ricky.
Lil Mexico with no life to -afterlife, my whole life, my whole life.
-'Cause I'm always repping for that low life. Low life, low life, low life.
Know I'm repping for that low, low life.
Yeah.
Said
I'm repping for that low life. Low life, low life, low life.
Said I'm repping for that low life. Low life, low life, low life.
Yeah, they stereotyping.
'Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles. And they know a nigga keep ten snipers.
Keeping baby bottles like we wearing diapers. Yeah, they stereotyping.
'Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles. And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers.
And they know a nigga keep ten wifey's.
Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper.
Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey.
That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey.
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her. That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey.
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her. Oh, that's your wifey, wifey, wifey.
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her.
I just took some molly, what else?
Got some bitch from Follies, what else? She gon' fuck the squad, what else?
I'ma fuck her broads, what else? Bitch from Pakistan, what else?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
We 'bout to fuck this club up, what else?