[Music] Drake – High Fives [+ Lyrics]

Drake delivers the fourth track on his 2026 project, HABIBTI (FOMO), titled High Fives. Positioned early in the sequence, the song contributes to the album’s total of 15 tracks, forming part of the American artist’s latest musical offering.

The project showcases a collection of songs that together define the artistic direction Drake pursues in this release. High Fives stands as a midpoint in the opening third of the album, reflecting the structured approach to track placement within HABIBTI (FOMO).

Released in 2026, the album adds to Drake’s American music catalog with a 15-track roster. The presence of High Fives as track number four underlines the project’s layered composition and the deliberate pacing across its runtime.

Drake High Fives Lyrics:
9:30, fuckin' cooked
It's all I got in the tank
But that? Whatever the fuck that was
I like it
Fuck yes
What a ripper for the gang
Yeah

Maya, Maya, you workin' at Greta tonight or nah?
Pick up, I need a whole section for the mob
Cindy, I know you got them hoes on lock
Let me pick what hoes you gon' bring to the spot
222Juju is goin' Birki' on a thot
If I ask her nice, she'll put my Genny in her croc'
Double-S so bad, she look like Jenny from the Block
Pisceus is ridin' 'round in Lamb', mashallah
Killer K, know they tried to nail me to the cross
Ummi say I'm up, and I could never take a loss
Sexyy said, "What bitch is dissin'? Let me knock her off"
I said, I'm so loved and I'm so hated
So conflicted, I'm so jaded
Come back to the crib, first night
Baby, nobody's judging
High tide, make it flow for me
Girl, there's no sense in rushing
High fives from the bros for me
'Cause I fucked her for nothing
Down on her knees, tryna reason with me
Gotta bless her with something

Ayy, ayy, yeah
Let me hear your body talk, girl, on three
One, arch your back, bitch, you know you a bad bitch
Two, let your pussy talk, I'ma do the ad-libs
Three, take my credit card, spend like you ain't had shit
What? Take advantage, what? Do some damage, what?

Please, believe me, what? Please, believe me, yeah
If I'm drinkin', what? Peach Bellini, yeah
They so pressed about the beef, it's panini
Just like PX said, baby, come and see me
She a genie, Sydney Sweeney
Wear my diamond glove, they could never see me

Maya, Maya, you workin' at Greta tonight or nah?
Pick up, I need a whole section for the mob
Cindy, I know you got some hoes on lock
Let me pick what hoes you gon' bring to the spot
222Juju is goin' Birki' on a thot
If I ask her nice, she'll put my Genny in her croc'
Sexyy said, "Which bitch is dissin'? Let me knock her off"
I said, I'm so loved and I'm so hated
So conflicted, I'm so jaded
Come back to the crib, first night
Baby, nobody's judging
High tide, make it flow for me
Girl, there's no sense in rushing
High fives from the bros for me
'Cause I fucked her for nothing
Down on her knees, tryna reason with me
Gotta bless her with something

Hey
Let me hear your body talk, girl, on three
One, arch your back, bitch, you know you a bad bitch
Two, let your pussy talk, I'ma do the ad-libs
Three, take my credit card, spend like you ain't had shit
What? Take advantage, what? Do some damage, what?

Can I handle all that? Girl, I'll manage, what?
Take me serious, don't ghost me, girl, don't vanish

Yeah, let me hear your body talk, girl, on three
One, arch your back, bitch, you know you a bad bitch
Two, let your pussy talk, I'ma do the ad-libs
Three, take my credit card, spend like you ain't had shit