Released: May 4, 2010
Featuring: Ne-Yo
Songwriter: Ne-Yo Rick Ross Mike Stokes Mark Richardson Frederick Knight Emanuel “E.J.” Johnson
Producer: Clark Kent
[Intro: Rick Ross]
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too
Purple Rain over Central Park, chillin' with my goons
Big Pop's & Sade's, Cirocs & Chardonnay's
My Cassie's sassy so my penthouse my balloon
We doin' it big, it's goin' down, 9/11
I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911
I been tryna fuck for months, baby girl it's now or never
Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather
Uhh, we shinin' when it's pitch dark
Yeah this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part (Uhh)
Fuck the marketin', look at what I'm accomplishin'
I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton
[Hook: Ne-Yo]
All these cars, all these stars, all around me (Super high)
Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh)
Cause we are, we are super high
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Yeah, yeah, bring your sexy ass over here, baby
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
And she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back (Uhh)
I wanna take my bitch around the globe
Hawaii hang-gliding in the mountains, shittin' on these hoes (Woo)
Red Bottoms by the barrel
Pop them Giuseppe tags like it's American Apparel
Twenty thousand up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me
Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army
Andele, andele, baby move fast (Yeah)
She drop it down and bring it back, I like that (I like that)
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
So she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back
[Hook: Ne-Yo]
All these cars, all these stars, all around me (Super high)
Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh)
Cause we are, we are super high
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
[Post-Hook: Rick Ross]
If you're lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with The Boss, take a look
I'm super fly, I'm super high
You gettin' yours, I'm gettin' mine
[Verse 3: Ne-Yo]
Ooh, woman of a caliber
Only seen in magazines and calendars (Ahh)
And I'm sittin' with Ms. October
Cause my birthday's in October (Sittin' with Ms. 'Tober)
Strawberry and her Rosé (Oh)
I can see it in her eye as she wink and she toast me (Oh)
And later on we gonna mosey
To a place less populated and get cozy
[Hook: Rick Ross & Ne-Yo]
If you're lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Super high)
Rosay, Rosay
Cause we are, we are, super high (Rosay)
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
[Post-Hook: Rick Ross]
If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
I'm super fly, I'm super high
You gettin' yours, I'm gettin' mine
[Outro: Ice Cube, Ne-Yo & Rick Ross]
What the fuck are they yellin'?
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Super high)
What the fuck are they yellin'?
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay)
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay)
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay)
What the fuck are they yellin'?
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Super high, ooh)
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too
Purple Rain over Central Park, chillin' with my goons
Big Pop's & Sade's, Cirocs & Chardonnay's
My Cassie's sassy so my penthouse my balloon
We doin' it big, it's goin' down, 9/11
I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911
I been tryna fuck for months, baby girl it's now or never
Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather
Uhh, we shinin' when it's pitch dark
Yeah this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part (Uhh)
Fuck the marketin', look at what I'm accomplishin'
I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton
[Hook: Ne-Yo]
All these cars, all these stars, all around me (Super high)
Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh)
Cause we are, we are super high
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Yeah, yeah, bring your sexy ass over here, baby
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
And she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back (Uhh)
I wanna take my bitch around the globe
Hawaii hang-gliding in the mountains, shittin' on these hoes (Woo)
Red Bottoms by the barrel
Pop them Giuseppe tags like it's American Apparel
Twenty thousand up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me
Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army
Andele, andele, baby move fast (Yeah)
She drop it down and bring it back, I like that (I like that)
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
So she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back
[Hook: Ne-Yo]
All these cars, all these stars, all around me (Super high)
Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh)
Cause we are, we are super high
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
[Post-Hook: Rick Ross]
If you're lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with The Boss, take a look
I'm super fly, I'm super high
You gettin' yours, I'm gettin' mine
[Verse 3: Ne-Yo]
Ooh, woman of a caliber
Only seen in magazines and calendars (Ahh)
And I'm sittin' with Ms. October
Cause my birthday's in October (Sittin' with Ms. 'Tober)
Strawberry and her Rosé (Oh)
I can see it in her eye as she wink and she toast me (Oh)
And later on we gonna mosey
To a place less populated and get cozy
[Hook: Rick Ross & Ne-Yo]
If you're lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Super high)
Rosay, Rosay
Cause we are, we are, super high (Rosay)
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
[Post-Hook: Rick Ross]
If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
I'm super fly, I'm super high
You gettin' yours, I'm gettin' mine
[Outro: Ice Cube, Ne-Yo & Rick Ross]
What the fuck are they yellin'?
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Super high)
What the fuck are they yellin'?
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay)
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay)
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay)
What the fuck are they yellin'?
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Super high, ooh)
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- Hold Me Back
- Apple of My Eye
- Free Mason
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- 100 Black Coffins
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