Jim Jones - We Fly High (Ballin) Lyrics

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(I wear a mean, dark pair of shades
They 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's like showbiz (We in the building)
We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (ballin'!)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Ya boy gettin' paper (money)
I buy big cars (foreign)
I need fly rides to drive in my garage (choose one)
Stay sky high (twisted)
Fly wit' the stars (twinkle, twinkle)
G 4 flights, eighty grand large (ballin'!)
So we lean with it, pop with it (bankhead)
'Vertible Jones, mean, with the top missing (flossin')
I'm sayin' clean with the bottom kitted (do it)
I hopped out saggy jeans, and my rock glistenin' (ballin'!)
But I spent 'bout eight 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' **** the cops (do it!)

We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz
We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (ballin'!)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Slow down, here tonight could be gone tommorow (one chance!)
So I speed through life like there's no tommorow (speedin'!)
One hundred g's worth of ice on the auto (flossy)
And we in the street life till 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!)
One a.m., we was at the club (What happen?)
Two a.m., ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing)
And about three somethin', I was thinkin' about grub
So I stumbled to the car, do the drinks and the drugs (twisted)

We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz
We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (ballin'!)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

*****, could you buy that?
I keep twenty in the pocket (light change)
Talk a buck eighty if the Bentley is the topic (that Grey Poupon)
But of course gotta fly "the Spur" (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 eighty 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
Lou Vutton belt where I'm keep all the heat strapped
I beat the trial over Rucker (let's do it)
All guns loaded in the back, ************ (dipset)

We fly high, no lie, you notice (ballin'!)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (We in the building)
We fly high, no lie, you notice (ballin'!)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz
We stay fly, no lie, and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused


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