Haute lyrics

[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]

Estoy caliento como volcán, ey

Me tiene detrá' de ella como perro guardián (Grrr)

Está pegada, soy su fan

Enseño mi equipo y me uní a su clan, ey

Hipnotismo como Moon y Jackie Chan, ey

Cuando twerkea ella mueve ese flan, ey

De eso' tan bueno ya no dan, ey

Calla a lo Wu-Tang Clan, ey

Cuidao', te muerde mi boa

Tiro rimas como Noa (Noa)

No quiero un pedazo', te quiero toda

¿Está' llorando? Ven y lo sobas

'Toy activo, mami, tú me dice' when

So the attention, así que trae a tu friend

De esto toa' la nota cuando le dio al pen (Ey)

Él con una y yo llego con el haren

[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