[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
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