HIGH STANDARDS (ft. Ivory)

She's got them high standards
She don't really need answers
Throwin it back like a dancer
Pounce on the pussy like a panther

Like a panther, dancer
Baby I don't really need answers
Know you got them high standards
Know you got them high standards

Designer designer she rockin' that Fendi
Doesn't want it less it's a Bentley
Check on her closet she really got Louis
Gucci belts and bags she got plenty

Chanaynay we up in the store
Told the clerk that we want more, pour up a four
She feelin it down to her core
She excited when I say it's yours, yeah

But baby hold on take it easy
Moving too fast might fuck up on your feelings
Say you work out but you just gotta show me
Hittin it twice got me singing like breezy

Not a side piece not a main
Baby you must be insane
Give a fuck for your relationship baby, I'm driving her crazy
Just think 'bout it after and give me some brain

Give me some brain
Girl you got me goin insane
Might just have to make you my main
Might just have to take the game, girl

I might just come and take-

Just know you need me
Girl you need me like that Birkin
You can't buy me
Save yourself and learn your worth

You got something that, I just wanna
I just wanna, I just wanna
I just wanna make you come and fuck 'round and lay down
And push that baby come and ride my wave now, no way out

I want it, keep riding,
Sometimes I just bite it
Run 'round yeah she stylin'
Desires I'm fighting

Give me some brain
Girl you got me goin insane
Might just have to make you my main
Might just have to take the game, girl

I might just come and take-

Get back get back, VVS's yeah they're glistening
Stay back check up on your distancing
If you try talk over me I can guarantee
No one else in this bitch is even listening

They wanna start linking up
Now they're all caring for me, bullshit I guarantee
Fake love comes up in so many forms
So I weather the storm and I move on with me

Gliding, rough riding
Shawty love the way I'm styling
She wanna go somewhere nice, so I treat her right
We're in the car upping the mileage

Going somewhere far away from the bullshit
Never lacking so I just keep two clips
She's looking fine, we got nothing but time
My hand up on her thigh with the tight grip

Never lose our way
Too much talk on the net
When we come outside
We don't play

In broad day
We bring them rifles out
Russians we call AK
Always pray

My sins forgiven
Hope they don't catch up one day
With big four fives MAC tens and twelve gauges
Block parties know we spray

Give me some brain
Girl you got me goin insane
Might just have to make you my main
Might just have to take the game, girl

I might just come and take-



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Writer(s): Saint Balenci
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