Super High (Sativa Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross & Curren$y] Uh (Yeah, Jets) Uh (Jets, nigga) Rozay, Wiz (Jets) Roll up, ladies and gentlemen Spitta! [Verse 1: Curren$y] You think you got the bond 'cause I rolled you a joint? I smoke with all mine, baby girl, what's your point? Don't front, you in the back of a long line Trying to get in, 'cause only members inside Trees get twisted up like fingers in gang signs Purple Kushions broke my fall, I fell from a grapevine Super high, from the free throw line, I'm Drexler status, glide, ducking espionage Many a jealous eyes scrutinze the rides But the Jets in the house like the curtains and the blinds It hurt to see me shine, that's why they frowning all the time In they internet videos, digital CB4's Angry orangutans, I'm arranging my sneakers I'm the action on the court, you the gum stuck to the bleachers I think I'm Paul Pierce, I think I'm Rondo High off that headband, you dying on that hydro [Hook: Ne-Yo, Curren$y, Rick Ross & Wiz Khalifa] Cause we are, we are super high (Jets, nigga) Ooh yeah (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Ooh yeah, yeah (Hahahahaha) [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] I thought of this fresh off a bong rip My bitch next to me, getting undressed for me Running bath water, playing her favorite songs While I get another one lit Don't usually smoke at all, but say tonight she'll take a hit That's understood From the smell and by what I paid, you know it's good Them niggas with me? They from the hood Now we through parties in the sky I'm on the forty-second floor, now that's super high Champagne, more paper planes than you can fly Them young niggas fell soon as they tried When the paparazzi flash, I'll be counting all this cash Plotting a million on how to build a mountain out of hash Come on [Hook: Ne-Yo & Rick Ross] All these cars, all these stars, all around me (Super high) Put your eyes to the sky, that's where you'll find me 'Cause we are, we are super high Ooh yeah (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Ooh yeah (Rozay, huh) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I'm getting money, no Illuminati My pain never went in vain, it's all over my body (Huh) Hit the spliff in my Mr. Bugatti Kick it with my lil' homies, I'm Mr. Miyagi I gotta buy my niggas each a pound Tweaking up our sneaker style, passing reefer 'round Spitting only lethal rounds, speakers beating down Not talking munchies when I say my niggas eating now Promoter gave me forty thou, I think we even now Pina colada, paper smoking, Garden of Eden now Huh, Taylor Gang is what we bleed about Jet setters in places you only read about [Bridge: Wiz Khalifa] And now everywhere I go It's so strong, they ask me where I get my smoke Bitches don't gotta guess, they know I keep one rolled up We can do whatever you want Smoking pina colada papers, baby girl We don't fuck with them blunts Unless I'm with the Boss [Refrain: Rick Ross & Wiz Khalifa] If you looking 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 (Super duper) You getting yours, I'm getting mine (Super duper high) [Outro: Ice Cube, Ne-Yo, Rick Ross & Wiz Khalifa] What the fuck are they yellin'? What the fuck are they yellin'? (Super high) What the fuck are they yellin'? (Ayo, waitress) What the fuck are they yellin'? (I need another bottle of that Rosé) What the fuck are they yellin'? (I need another bottle of that Rosé) What the fuck are they yellin'? (I need another bottle of that Rosé) What the fuck are they yellin'? (Just ordered, just ordered) Super duper, super duper high (Just ordered another bottle of that) Super high, ooh Rozay, Wiz, Spitta, huh