Lyrics: We Fly High

I wear a mean dark pair of shades
Ain’t you can’t see my eyes unless my head is bent, you dig

We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin’!)
Foreign rides, outside, it’ like showbiz (we in the building)
(Girl)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (ballin’!)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus

Ya boy getting’ paper (money), I buy big cars (foreign)
I need fly rides to drive in my garage (choose 1)
Stay sky high (twisted), fly wit the stars (twinkle, twinkle)
T 4 flights, 80 grand large (ballin’!)
So we lean with it, pop with it (bankhead)
'Vertible Jones, mean with the top listen (flossin’)
I'm sayin’ clean with the bottom (do it)
I hop'd out saggy jeans and my rock glistenin’ (ballin’!)
But I spent ‘bout 8 grand
Mami on stage doin’ the rain dance (I think she like me)
She let it hit the floor, made it pop (what else)
Got my pedal to the floor screamin to the cops (Do It!)

We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin’!)
Foreign rides, outside, it’s like showbiz

We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin’!)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus

Slow down tonight may be gone tomorrow (one chance!)
So I speed through life like there’s no tomorrow (speedin’!)
100 g's worth of ice on the auto? (flossy)
And we in the street life until they call the law (ballin’!)
I made the whip get naked (what happen’?)
While I switch gears, lookin’ at the bracelet (got ‘em)
Step out, show me what you’re all about
Flashbacks of last night of me ballin’ out (Harlem!)
1 a.m. we was at the club (what happen’?)
2 a.m. ten bottles of bub (money ain't a thing)
And about 3 somethin’ I was thinkin’ about grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (twisted)

We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin’!)
Foreign rides, outside, it’s like showbiz

We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin’!)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus

Homies could you buy that, I keep 20 in the pocket (light change)
Talk a buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic (that Grey Poupon)
But of course gotta fly ...? (where?)
To the hood to roll dice on the side of the curb
But I know a G Bent' may sound absurd (get your money up)
Drive 80 up Lennox ‘cause I got an urge (speedin’)
The rap game like the crack game
Lifestyles, rich and famous livin’ in the fast lane (ballin’!)
So when I bleep shorty bleep back
Louis Vuitton belt where I’m keep all the heat strapped
I beat the trial over rucker (let’s do it)
All wheels loaded in the back (dipset)

We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin’!)
Foreign rides, outside, it’s like showbiz

We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin’!)
Foreign rides, outside, it’s like showbiz

We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin’!)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus

You homies need to stay focus
When you’re dealin’ with a G
You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo status
Only above homie
This dipset ByrdGang we born to fly
Ya'll know the rules fall back or fall back
Someone tell my girl Summer I'm lookin’ for her
Ya dig, another day another dollar
Fast life brotha