Haute [English translation]

[Intro: Tyga]

Make it haute

Make it haute (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Tyga]

I've been up four days, havin' three ways (Yeah)

Like my bitches in twos, I'm the one, man (One)

Tryna jump in my lane, I'm in the air, man (Woo)

Make her fall in love, she gon' want the last name (Ha)

I'm a giant to these niggas like San Fran (Whoa)

And this beat slap, nigga, like a backhand (Whoa)

I know you wanna fuck a rapper, you a rap fan

How you just glo'd up like Pac-Man? (Man)

I get it, you got bands (Yeah, yeah)

Make your own money,

make a nigga spend his whole advance (Yeah, yeah, whoa)

If I hit once, then I know I can hit it again

T-shirt and your panties on, baby, you know what it is

[Chorus: Tyga, Chris Brown & J Balvin]

I make it haute (Yeah, yeah)

I make it haute (Make it haute)

Make it haute, make it haute

Don't stop, pop, pop, make it haute (Make it haute)

(Don't stop, pop, pop)

(Don't stop, pop, pop)

I make it haute (Make it haute)

Don't stop, pop, pop

Yeah, leggo, J Balvin, man

Don't stop, pop, pop, make it haute

[Verse 2: J Balvin]

I'm hot like a volcano, hey

She's got me behind her like a watchdog (Grrr)

She's attached, I'm her fan

I'll show my crew and join her clan, hey

Hypnotism like Moon and Jackie Chan, hey

When she twerks, she moves that flan1, hey

Everything good always comes to an end, hey

Shuts up the Wu-Tang Clan, hey

Watch out, my boa will bite you

I spit rhymes like Noa (Noa)

I don't want a piece of you, I want all of you

Why are you crying? Come over, I'll make you cum

I'm active, baby, you tell me when

I wanna have a threesome, so bring your friend

The note exploded when the pen hit the paper

Him with one and I'll go with the harem

[Chorus: Tyga, J Balvin & Chris Brown]

I make it haute (Yeah, yeah)

Leggo, J Balvin, man

Yeah, I make it haute (Make it haute)

Make it haute, make it haute

Chris Brown, Tyga

Don't stop, pop, pop, make it haute (Make it haute)

(Don't stop, pop, pop)

Latino gang, yeah

(Don't stop, pop, pop)

I make it haute (Make it haute)

Don't stop, pop, pop

Don't stop, pop, pop, make it haute (Make it haute)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]

You gon' blow my cover, baby

You gon' make me pull it up, give you that lover, lover, baby

Put my hands all on her ass (Huh)

I know it's rough, baby

A lot of heat from your thighs

So I'll take my time when I'm in that

Moving right to left

I won't waste no time when I'm in that

When I'm feelin' on your spot

You gon' make it haute

You know what it is (Huh)

Show me what you doin' down, lower your hips

I gotta tell it like it is (Huh)

Baby, you're on fire now

[Chorus: Tyga & Chris Brown]

I make it haute (Yeah, yeah)

I make it haute (Make it haute)

Make it haute, make it haute

Don't stop, pop, pop, make it haute (Make it haute)

(Don't stop, pop, pop)

(Don't stop, pop, pop)

I make it haute (Make it haute)

Don't stop, pop, pop

Don't stop, pop, pop, make it haute

1. her booty jiggles like flan