HIGH STANDARDS (ft. Ivory) Lyrics

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-