We Fly High - Jim Jones (lyrics) We fly high, no lie (you hear that?) You know this (let\u0027s ride) (ballin\u0027!) Foreign rides outside (yes sir), it\u0027s like showbiz (we in the building) We stay fly (ballin\u0027), no lie, and you know this (ballin\u0027!) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused Ya boy gettin\u0027 paper (money), I buy big cars (foreign) Eight fly rides just to drive in my garage (choose one!) Stay sky-high (twisted), fly with the stars (twinkle, twinkle) G4 Flights, 80 grand large (ballin\u0027!) So we lean with it, pop with it (bankhead) \u0027Vertible Jones, mean with the top missin\u0027 (flossin\u0027!) I\u0027m sittin\u0027 clean with the bottom kitted (do it!) I hopped out, saggy jeans and my rock glistened (ballin\u0027!) But I spent about eight grand Mami on stage doin\u0027 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\u0027, \u0022Fuck the cops\u0022 (do it!) We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin\u0027!) Foreign rides outside, it\u0027s like showbiz We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (ballin\u0027!) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused Slow down, here tonight, could be gone tomorrow (one chance) So I speed through life like there\u0027s no tomorrow (speedin\u0027!) Hundred G\u0027s worth of ice on the Audemars (flossy!) And we in the street life \u0027til they call the law (ballin\u0027!) I made the whip get naked (what happened?) While I switch gears, bitch lookin\u0027 at the bracelet (got \u0027em) Step out, show me what you all about Flashbacks to last night of me ballin\u0027 out (Harlem!) 1 a.m., we was at the club (what happened?) 2 a.m., ten bottles of bub (money ain\u0027t a thing) And by three-somethin\u0027, I was thinkin\u0027 \u0027bout grub So I stumbled to the car due to drinks and the drugs (twisted) We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin\u0027!) Foreign rides outside, it\u0027s like showbiz We stay fly, no lie, and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused You talkin\u0027 buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic (that Grey Poupon) But of course gotta fly the Spur (whip) To the hood and roll dice on side the curb (I got bank) But I know a G a bet may sound absurd (get your money up!) Drive 80 up Lenox \u0027cause I got a urge (speedin\u0027, speedin\u0027) The rap game, like the crack game Lifestyle rich, famous, livin\u0027 in the fast lane (ballin\u0027, ballin\u0027) So when I bleep, shorty bleep back Lou\u0027 Vuitton belt where I\u0027m keepin\u0027 all the heat strapped (loaded) I beat the trial over Rucker (let\u0027s do it!) All guns loaded, and I\u0027m back, motherfucker (Dipset) We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin\u0027!) Foreign rides outside, it\u0027s like showbiz We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin\u0027!) Foreign rides outside, it\u0027s like showbiz (ballin\u0027) We stay fly (stay fly), no lie (no lie), and you know this (ballin\u0027) Hips and thighs (ayy), oh my (oh, my), stay focused (oh, oh) Chyeah, you niggas need to stay focused When you dealin\u0027 with a motherfuckin\u0027 G You know my name, Jones One Eye, Capo Status, all the above, motherfucker This Dipset, ByrdGang, we born to fly Y\u0027all know the rules, fall back or fall back Someone tell my bitch Summer I\u0027m lookin\u0027 for her, ya dig? Another day, another dollar, fast life fucker We stay fly (Dipset), no lie, and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused We stay fly, no lie, and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused