PARTYNEXTDOOR - High Hopes lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Go, yeah, oh yeah yeah
Yeah oh, yeah
Ooh, oh 5 made me, 905 made me
Yup, 5 made me 905 made me
The 5 made me, 905 made me she call me daddy
She call me daddy, daddy
Call me daddy, I'm her daddy, I'm her daddy

Yup, spank that she just want the tip like
That nigga from Bankhead
Call me over, I'm tryna smash that
Won't call the feds on the pussy
I'm 'bout to tap that
Hey, I just wanna sex, smoke and vibes, baby
I want you by my side, baby
And I want your jeans down to your ankles
You're always mine and your man knows, oh
Do he know you're bougie baby
You need you the best?
Do he know you're freaky baby
Do he keep it wet?
Is you in to Louis, in to Gucci, in Giuseppe
Does he eat your pussy
Does he tell you you're the best?
I like the way you work it, no diggity
But don't you back it up (back it up)
Taking trips down down memory lane
I hope if we link up, things are the same

Time has passed, I hope
That nothing has changed, oh
Girl I hope you know the reason I came
I'm just checkin' on ya
Everything's still good with me
I got high hopes when I'm checkin' on you
I hope everything's just fine with you
Cause I got high hopes when
I'm checkin' on you i'm just checkin' on you
When no one else gon' check up on ya
I'mma check up on ya, I'mma check up on you
When no one else gonna pull up on ya
Baby, I'mma pull up on ya
I'm just checkin' on you
Racking up flights, Racking up kilometers
I'm just checkin' on you
Just checkin' on ya, I'm just checkin' on ya
Just checkin' on ya

Back with my ting on the Southside on the H
We do these things cause it'll all be okay
Especially when you are a king of
The city you were raised
All day, all day, all day, all day
It's like I lost my mind and came to Houston
I'm with my friends
You know this place is booming
Out here feeling like the boy
I'm running through Galleria with a bitch
That look like Lira Galore
Want racks, I need big chips
And my bitch need a big dick
Plenty reasons why she stay
Post at Férina estate
That's the shit I shouldn't say, damn nigga
Threesomes with a nigga wife, yeah
These things shouldn’t feel right, yeah
Mixed bitch, but she fuck with white
Tough dick but the dick right
Two seater in the driveway nigga
Nigga 95 on the highway, nigga
Step back with the Wraith, ay nigga
She ain't gay but her bitch gay nigga
Out here feeling like the boy
I hit Miami-Dade nigga
No Ice Cube, better hope that it's a good day

Time has passed, I hope
That nothing has changed, oh
Girl I hope you know the reason I came
Girl, just know I'm just checkin' on ya
Everything's still good with me
I got high hopes when I'm checkin' on you
I hope everything's just fine with you
Cause I got high hopes when
I'm checkin' on you i'm just checkin' on you
When no one else gon' check up on ya
I'mma check up on ya, I'mma check up on you
When no one else gonna pull up on ya
Baby, I'mma pull up on ya
I'm just checkin' on you
Racking up flights, racking up kilometers
I'm just checkin' on you
Just checkin' on ya, I'm just checkin' on ya
Just checkin' on ya