NEW HIGH Lyrics – Yeat

Read the full NEW HIGH lyrics by Yeat and Don Toliver along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Yeat's music, you can also explore LYFESTYLE and GOD TALKIN SHHH, two other songs by Yeat.

[Chorus: Yeat]
New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like fashion, you say you like vintage (Vintage, uh)
You like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like)

[Verse 1: Yeat]
You like to only call when it appropriate to you (Ah, hoo)
You act like it's misery around, cause all I see through (Through, ooh)
Yeah, let's go back to Beverly Hills (Hills)
Yeah, let's go back to when you was in your feels (Feel)
I'm inside em', big trucks baby, huh (Baby)
I'm outside, I count big bucks, baby, huh (Baby, uh)
Promise, I won't fu*k wit' them baby, huh (I won't)
Come outside, baby, I'm not crazy, baby (Ooh)
Yeah and I could pull up with diamonds, 24/7 (??) Rick Owen (Rick Owen)
I was tryna tell you I never miss, like a free throw (Bang)
When the app 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 reaching your toes
Lyfestyler, a lavish lyfestyler
I could get you cooked like a motherfu*king lyfestyler
I move through life- through life slow
Don't listen to, don't listen to the (??)
Iced out with mink coat, invented like my flow
Why would I fu*k with 'em? They'll get paid half my show
All white, all white, all white, like The Pope
I was doing s*it on the snow

[Chorus: Yeat]
New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like fashion, you say you like vintage (Vintage, uh)
You like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like)

[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
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 (??) and, ooh, she was (??)
Wanna get your girl, 'cause she just keep on staring
I took way too many shrooms, this s*it is really scary
And way too much drank, I'm drinking apparently
You say you like fashion, she say she like vintage
Hit her from the back, pulling her extensions
She calling her man up, I am not to mention
She just went from rags, then booted up to riches

[Chorus: Yeat]
New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like fashion, you say you like vintage (Vintage, uh)
You like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like), you like (You like)