Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone Let's pretend that we're together all alone I'll tell the man to turn the juke box way down low And you
And they shootin', I must be on top (It's clear up here) We coopin', we must be inta trouble Some hard type shit that cost a quarter mill a pop It makes
This shit is fucked up 'cause some niggas call it tough love It's crazy 'cause you might know a nigga all your life And he got a twisted alterier motive
You know, everybody expect a baller but I'm like Why you worried about balling, 'cause I am balling I'm just ready to blow the bank on you, girl You
Dipset, as we proceed what have we here? Take that, take that, it's 0-9 muthafucka One thing to do get money muthafucka I pulled off like na, na, na,
This goes out to all my fly ladies, all across the world You know I love you And I'm sorry if I called you a bitch Sincerely yours, Jones Shawty's like
See this is the life that most people dreamed of but this what we live for They wanna take this from us why 'Cause we young black rich and famous, I wouldn
Give me a minute to get in it, give me a minute With one of your main bitches, mental fitness I demonstrate Right in front of your eyes Watch your bitch
verse 1 yo i pulled off like na na na they wanna try some shit had this bitch try again they only got me because they caught it on the camera they wanna
Ether boy Hey, how we ball in the club I know u hate it Mami dancin' on the floor I like she naked When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it All the
Shorty you're precious and you gon' love how I put it down, yeah I see you watching so let's not mess around, no No hesitating 'cause I got what you're
We fly high, no lie, you know this Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz We stay fly, no lie and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
"We Fly High (Remix)" I wear a mean dark pair a shades, (You know we can't have one a nuthin') So we had to double up, (You can't see my eyes unless
Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to
Clack Clack It's the sound of my TekNine Clack Clack It's the sound when I do crime Clack Clack Make a deliver at all time Verse 1 (Jim Jones): Spinnin
Jim, doesn't ever bring me pretty flowers Jim, never tries to cheer my lonely hours Don't know why I'm so crazy for Jim Jim, never tells me, I'm his
with hate Beat her black and blue and get it straight Oh, Jim How could you treat me this way? Hey, hey, hey How could you treat me this way? Oh, Jim
