Plymouth Da Pheonix - High End Lyrics

I just need a bytch that's high end
Bottle on fancy
Whip that's foreign
My weed from the west side
I need my niggas all in
Though It's a war outside
We all living good
All loyal
Plus we out the hood
We got it from the soil
Now the money all good
The crib much bigger
We don't do new friends
Plymouth dat nigga
We just living high end

I'm spilling champagne on old bitches
It's just my petty ways
That make me stunt these riches
Remember me
That fat boy
U ain't wanna let get that P
U
S
S
Y
Now I'm G5
Certified
They scream my name when I'm in lines
I'm like damn
How things change
U get a name
Start flashing paper
Bytches scream ur name
Wanna suck the dicks of the NIGGAS u hang whit
Just to get ur famous
Dayyyummm
I'm riding the wave
On my boogie board
We rampaging shyt tsunami force
And of course
My shades is dark
Cause the lights is bright
The hate is real
But
It's a hell of a life
And I'm for it
Chopping down this money like it's
My Forrest
And none of y'all niggas can abort this
So play the line
Of get ur life line forfeit

I just need a bytch that's high end
Bottle on fancy
Whip that's foreign
My weed from the west side
I need my niggas all in
It's a war outside
But we living good
All loyal
Plus we out the hood
We got it from the soil
Now the money all good
The crib much bigger
We don't do new friends
Plymouth dat nigga
We just living high end

I need u bytches dancing
Hoola hoop fashion
U niggas should be grinding
Get up on that ass
And start romancing
Life is but a dream
We live at the mansion
Living life
And goin be in this bytch till the cops bum rush shyt
I got the vodkas
I got the henny
1738
I got ur remy
Shawty feeling nice
Yeaaaaaa
Pull out ya titties
And we go full strength
Cups don't need baby sit
We shottas
Then re-up
My wrist feeling like a light show
It's blessed up
Life is but a club host
They love us
POA boys n the building
U should wanna f*ck whit us
Cause we the realest
Popping tags
And bottles
Getting sexed by models
Doing it for the culture
F*ck the rivals

I just need a bytch that's high end
Bottle on fancy
Whip that's foreign
My weed from the west side
I need my niggas all in
It's a war outside
But we living good
All loyal
Plus we out the hood
We got it from the soil
Now the money all good
The crib much bigger
We don't do new friends
Plymouth dat nigga
We just living high end

We get it from the soil
Champagne falling from the skies
Money wrap around
Bank on aluminum foil
I don't like u niggas
U groupie bytches
I really ain't for u
I'm just living rich class
No breaks
My house is bullet proof glass
So I'm talk my shyt too u
Nigga I'm royal
It's Mr. Get it from the soil
Poof