Super High

Lyrics

[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 Pops and Sades, Cirocs and chardonnays 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 Uh, we shinin' when it's pitch dark Yeah, this bitch a movie, but this time, I play a big part (Uh) Fuck the marketin', look at what I'm accomplishin' I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton [Chorus: Ne-Yo & Rick Ross] 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 (Yeah, yeah, bring your sexy ass over here, baby) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I wanna buy my bitch every bag And she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back (Uh) 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 Ándele, ándele, 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 [Chorus: Ne-Yo & Rick Ross] 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 (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Ooh yeah, ooh yeah [Post-Chorus: 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 (Woo) I'm super fly (Forever), I'm super high (Yeah) You gettin' yours, I'm gettin' mine [Verse 3: Ne-Yo] Ooh, woman of a caliber Only seen in magazines and calendars (Ah) And I'm sittin' with Ms. October 'Cause my birthday's in October (Sittin' with Ms. 'Tober) Strawberry in 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 cosy [Chorus: Rick Ross, Ne-Yo & Ice Cube] 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, Rozay) (What the fuck are they yellin'?) Rozay 'Cause we are, we are, super high (What the fuck are they yellin'?) Ooh, yeah (What the fuck are they yellin'?) Ooh, yeah (What the fuck are they yellin'?) [Post-Chorus: 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 (Maybach Music) [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)