High End Remix

Verse 1:

I’m billionaire ballin baby, everything is high end.

Limos and yachty's is what I arrive in.

Private jetties and helles is what I fly in.

Lambos and Audi R8s is what I drive in.

Indoor pool, eleven feet, that’s how we dive in.

I be out in Cancun, jet skiing with Ivan.

Indian thotty topped me off in my gaadi.

When I say gaadi I mean a mother fucking bugatti.

This shits high end attire, rocking JJ Valaya.

Stacking my paper high from setting stages on fire.

Paper, I make. Paper, I blow.

LA, Chicago, my whole squad where I go.

Rolling in my benz now. Pulled up to my penthouse.

Bitches in my condo, goals like Ronaldo.

Bring your bitch around me, she get jacked like its hancho.

They thought that I was bluffing till I pulled up in that lambo.

Hook:

Gadiyaa.dedh sou te chadiyaa

Jatt ne vi nazraa tere utte ghadiyaa

High end gadiyaa. Dedh sou te chadiyaa

Jatt ne vi nazraa tere utte gaddiyaa

[x2]

Translation:

We have exclusive cars rolling at the speed of 150 km/hr.

Yet, I have set my eyes on you.

Verse 2:

This that “make you wanna dance when you with the gang” shit.

This that “Imma break the bank cuz all these bands” shit.

This that “bring a couple damns to the fucking mansion”.

This that “I don’t give a damn, I’m the fucking man” shit.

Look, so much money, money filling up my duffels.

I ain’t gotta flex to scoop, I pick her up in chappals.

I ain’t got her name, I ain’t even got her number.

Now she at my crib and we banging like a tabla.

Got the girl soaking every time that she chills with me.

Got her coochie wet so now I call her bisleri.

Love it while I hit it, when I’m gone I’m a mystery.

That’s how I keep her interest fresher than the listerine.  

I make in one year what y’all make in two centuries.

I don’t fuck with you broke boys, your net worth like two pennies.

This kid got sick ways, each crib got six maids.

And they make more on their sick days than all of y’all done get paid.

Hook:

Gadiyaa.dedh sou te chadiyaa

Jatt ne vi nazraa tere utte ghadiyaa

High end gadiyaa. Dedh sou te chadiyaa

Jatt ne vi nazraa tere utte gaddiyaa

[x2]

Translation:

We have exclusive cars rolling at the speed of 150 km/hr.

Yet, I have set my eyes on you.

Outro:

I don’t flex gucci, prada, nah.

I would rather flex my jet and car.

Wanna talk money? Let money talk.

And I got some bitches that we can call.

[x2]