Chords for Chris Brown - High End (Official Video) ft. Future, Young Thug

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[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Am] I'm [D] on a high end, [Gm] I'm bout to fly [Bb] in Hop in a Cayenne, [A] I'ma take a glide in
[Gm] I just be stylin', I'm on a high end I'm on a fly end, [Am] we bout to fly in
[Gm] Jump in a Cayenne, jump in a Cayenne Ran out of mileage, gotta go find it
Snatchin' your thotties, in a big body Jipset, Wu-Tang, we like Charlie
What's the total, what's the lead, rock up the list
Rippin' a big [Am] beat, [G] what's the total, what's the lead
[Bb] Lane Jane, [C] watch, reach a million
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Richard Milley cost me bout a ass, damn right
Left my Tesla, send it at the house, on a charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Dior
But they [Am] say I'm spendin' too much money [G] in stores
[Bb] Put up, put up, up
[Am] Everything [D] high end, [Bb] I'm with the Mozzie
I pop a half a perc, [Am] make a deposit
[D] I am not from the earth, [Bb] stay on my fly sheet
I'm flyin' private, [Am] on my Dubai sheet
[D] On a Ducati, stuntin' [Gm] on em'
All of you niggas my little homies
Get some knowledge for you, stop [A] tryna wipe a thigh [D] bitch
All [Gm] the vain quiets know that we don't go to sleep
We stay up all night, call me two or three
Newly crowded type
Everything high end, you see the stars
And my Richard Milley cost more than your car
Everything high end, everything high end
And you black niggas, sure it's high
And you fuck niggas, sure it gets fatter
Don't fuck with bad niggas, they be [G] wider
[Bb] Put up, everything high end
[Am] I'm [G] on a bike in, [Bb] bout to hit Cali
I'm on a HPL, [Am] I'm on a Miley
[D] I'ma get CC, [Bb] front knee diamonds
Eyes locked in, [Am] I went climbing
[G] People at the climax, put the [Bb] doors in that sense
Put some ice on the base, put the [Am] hundreds in gym clips
[Gm] Tiki in my car, make that seat massage
That seat turn to a bump, [Am] secure that side like a guard
[Gm] Securing my spot on my car, securing the sky like a sky
I'ma make me like a boss, can't go to sleep on my boss
Throw a hundred racks on the car, got a old me on the phone
King T.O.K. [Am] I said, oh, it's [C] been a million years
[Bb] Oh, take my real like [Am] King T.O.K.
[D] Call my first, thought I [Bb] was a man from now
Bitch, I take my man out [Am] like Fissassin
[Gm] Then hop inside the Jag, I did the dash, you know that
I ain't gonna stand no sin, I let my lawyer handle that _
Everything high end, I [Am] see it, it's my knee
I [G] like it, I buy it, it's mine
I [Bb] went up like 5'6, catch up the Nike
When I let it by, [Am] it gets me back in
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_ _ _ I'ma make [Am] me like [Gm] a boss, can't go to sleep on my boss
Throw [C] _ _ _ [D] a hundred racks on the car, securing the sky like a sky
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