T.I. - We Fly High (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by Zukhan] [Intro: Jim Jones] I wear a mean dark pair of shades (You know we can't have one of nuthin') And you can't see my eyes (so we had to double up) Unless my head is bent, you dig Dipset (Remix) [Hook: Jim Jones] We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin') Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies) We stay fly, no lie, and you no this (Remix) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus [Verse 1: Jim Jones] (Jones) He/She, blowtiscious Lamborghini, is audacious From Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood 500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood f**-n***as talk about MC's on da hills Hip-Hop is dead, so k**a gave me the wheel Black cards fever get these n***as feelin' ill It's hot fo' now, n***as givin' out deals (It's all about the Benjamin's baby) I'm flyin' up Lenox in da Bently, all crazy The roof topless, I'm showin' my a** I brought New York back, you n***as ain't got a chance [Hook: Jim Jones] [Verse 2: T.I.] I ain't gon' lie, I'm f**ed up, Phil died and we all sad Only thing get us by now, and that's to ball bad 5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag Cracks in the deal that's 30 mil, I done gone mad Naw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light Blue fluorescent head light, ya betta get ya bread right You ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right Even when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright [Verse 3: Diddy] Pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin Now pick a car, which one I ain't been in Pick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin' Pick a actress, which one I ain't swim in (What about ya bride) the yachts still on deck Retirement plan, I dropped it on her neck I'm still spendin' ol' money Benjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthaf**as [Hook: Jim Jones] [Verse 4: Juelz Santana] (Now girl I don't mean to be an agitator But when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator Ay, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it Ya cars like ya home, everthing rented I'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant My money comes fast just like a leopard I'm about my green, no it ain't tennis Play wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist I'll swing that tool around Then begin the root can*l, Blaow (Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here Only time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair Baldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level Iced-out skull heads (Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus) [Verse 5: Birdman] 500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy 100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished Doin' my thang with this uptown swang n***as get it how we live like money ain't a thang Stuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger Every time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang Pop up at da club, n***as show them hoes love Cuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love [Verse 6: Young Dro] Look like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi Sittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi 550 mint-colored Benz Me and Jim wit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties Hell Rell block, so you know we gettin' coochy Iceberg drop n***a now I'm ridin' goofy 28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin' Cuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey Dro [Hook: Jim Jones] [Outro: Jim Jones] You've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza You are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset) Shout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa) It's like showbiz Ballin'