Rick Ross

[fox69]

"So Sophisticated"
(feat. Meek Mill)

"So Sophisticated"
(feat. Meek Mill)



[Intro: Rick Ross]
This shit is highly sophisticated I just make it look easy nigga
Follow me

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
I’m so sophisticated
To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment
I’m from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black folk hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper ‘cause the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a hundred mill so many times, I contemplated
You wanna be the hottest but that shit get complicated
I pull your card, I know you’re pussy by your conversation
Show you the safe, you’ll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I’m telling you this shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she Jamaican
Sippin’ purple and that muthafucker concentrated
This for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated

[Hook: Rick Ross]
This the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment
We going hard, run it back just like it’s Walter Payton
The game’s sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Ugh)
We so sophisticated (Ugh)
Shit so sophisticated (Woop)
Hundred millionaires, guess you made it (Ugh)

[Rick Ross - Verse 2]
I’m so sophisticated
Smoking weed, busting open dolla liquor later
I bust her open then I tell her I’ma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like it’s activator
Time to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
Round of applause ‘cause them choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated ‘cause them hits be calculated
Put yo dick in the dirt, now you decapitated
I’m getting money so you’ll never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli
Fifty million, hundred million, it’s accumulating
I’m the hottest and these other niggas cooling, ain’t it
I got a bitch I’m fucking that you see on BET
My lil’ Haiti shooters will have yo ass on TMZ
Breaking news and we still get them for 10 a key
And if he faking, fuck him, tell them niggas “C’est la vie”

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Shittin’ on these haters, ball hard D-Waiters
Ever since I got money, e’rybody need favors
That’s why I ain’t got no homies, and I ain’t got no neighbors
But I be on my grind like I ain’t got no paper
But I’m so rich and I got yo bitch
All in my whip and she all on my dick
With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
‘Cause I handle my shit like a candle got lit
‘Cause I burn shit down, yea I’m in my bag
And these niggas so mad it’s my turn now
And I get that cash, my bitch so bad, she know sophisticated
I’m balling hard, fucking bitches and ain’t got shit for haters
I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator
Boy you an imitator
You ain’t got no M’s in yo account, I never ask my amount
Treat that bad bitch like a bad check ‘cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain’t never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Speedin'"
(feat. R. Kelly)

"Speedin'"
(feat. R. Kelly)



[Rick Ross]
Legendary, Runners, you know me, o ooooh, o ooooh
Trilla, o ooooh, o ooooh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account
My account can't count up all my money in an hour
Cause it's comin too fast and I'm scared it won't last
Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance
GOD DAMN speed got my heart racin
See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation
Ceasar salad, Caesars Palace
You not a boss little nigga cause your cheese is average
In the Benz ak ridin shotgun
It's a Benz cause your broke 'til you got one
It ain't nothing do 100 in the maybach
Throwin money out the roof motherfuckin brake pads

[Chorus]
Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, speedin
I'm speedin, I can't stop it's all I know
From a youngin I was taught get doe
I'm speedin, speedin, I'm speedin

[Verse 2]
See people came lookin for me I got ghosts see the west coast
close and up in the lamontrose
Big money boss major
American idol, I got fans like fantasia
Read between the lines or yo ass like fantasia
Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him
I'm a mosh I'm weevin no no but I'm speedin
Staring at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best
and these pussy niggas running out of time Ricky Ross
I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece
Ya I a bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Sittin in the living room watching the Grammys
Wishing that was me that was on the Grammys
All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me
I was a D turmin I'll thirty shows a mill
Homey help me out cause this boy is a drug dealer
Nap time cause my gift grew wings
And now I'm flying down like the cool crew winds
Kells and ross on the hollywood scene
Red carpet and it's smellin like green
Now foss cause I got paid off collabo'
Was the hit hip-hop and R&B boss

[Chorus]

We fly I think somebody followin we hear the helipad with ya bitch
You worth fifteen million baby don't try to blow it all in one week
Overseas boss (I'm speedin I'm speedin)
I'm a fly away on you haters
And I came up so fast movies, endorsements, films...
We own things... boss boss boss

 

[fox69]

"Speedin' (Remix)"
(feat. Birdman, Brisco, Busta Rhymes, DJ Bigga Rankin, DJ Drama, DJ Khaled,
)
(Fat Joe, Flo Rida, Gorilla Zoe, Gun Play, Lil Wayne, Plies, R. Kelly, Torch, Webbie)

"Speedin' (Remix)"
(feat. Birdman, Brisco, Busta Rhymes, DJ Bigga Rankin, DJ Drama, DJ Khaled,
)
(Fat Joe, Flo Rida, Gorilla Zoe, Gun Play, Lil Wayne, Plies, R. Kelly, Torch, Webbie)




[DJ Khaled]
Remix, Speedin' Remix, the movement
I introduced you to the projects, I introduced you to the hood
I introduced you to the ghet-to, I introduced you to Rick Ross
The Boss is back, Trilla
This the remix, Speedin' Remix (Ross got me Speedin' baby)
We the best

[Plies]
This for all my goons, workin' on pills
Speedin' to make me run in yo crib
Put they 'opper behind yo ear
Monkey suit, black mask, City Boy gear
Slippin' got a lot of niggaz whacked this year
Been up two days straight homie, no sleep
Ridin' with choppers lurkin' fo' deep
Jumpin' out on the first thing, look sweet
Double 'stangs got the goons grittin' teeth
Car full of throw away big boy heat
Two brand new K's hangin' off seats
Yeah it got me Speedin' all week

[Birdman]
G4 straight from the N.O.
We get money, stay fly till the next show
We got money, stay fly till we get mo'
We got bitches, high rollin' with this cash flow
Put the H in the hood
Put a one on the good
Put a slab on the wood
Shit, me and Ross doin' good
One hundred million dollars nigga, hangin' in the hood

[Busta Rhymes]
Check, I'm doin' donuts in the streets (Streets), pedal to the glass (Glass)
My lord have Murcielago max on the dash
Speedin' niggaz can't see me in the blink of a flash
You got to slow motion to flick so you can see me when I pass
You know just what to do when you see me give me my cash
When I pull up drop the bags of bread then I'm doing a dash
No confusion understand no gimmicks
Duke is like the Autobahn, disregardin' the speed limits
Fast life, fast broads, let's get it fast buddy
Fast food, fast cars, we gettin' fast money
Fuck the talk we been doin' this, heat it up
And when you bringin' me my cake you better speed it up

[Hook - R. Kelly with DJ Drama ad-libs]
Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs
Speeeeed, Speedin'
Speeeeed, I'm speedin'
I can't stop it's all I know
From a young'n I was taught to get dough
Speeeeed, Speedin'
Speeeeed, I'm speedin'

[Webbie]
It's all a big ricky in my brand new Bentley
Doing a buck fifty finna to get another meal ticket
I ain't bein' funny I don't see the competition
Since a young'n get the money all I ever comprehended
Business hall ass, ball 'til you fall yeah
Y'all sit on y'all ass, now I see why y'all mad
I'm leaving y'all ass, I ain't seein' y'all ass
Ever cross that line I'm puttin' three in y'all face, speedin'

[Gorilla Zoe]
Seventeen five, god damn lie
Country niggaz payin' damn near twenty five
Who gon' pick 'em up, pick 'em up first flight
Call Ricky Ross, hell yeah high five
Throw them in the trunk (Trunk) I'll tape them to the fender (Fender)
Scrapin' off the plate like a nigga's eatin' dinner
I'm speedin' shorty you trippin'
If you see the blue lights homie I'm dippin'

[Fat Joe]
Niggaz want hood rep the hood back
Shit Joey the Don they call me Cook Crack
If you look at 'em wrong you get it pushed back
From rags to riches and never look back
I'm watchin' pelicans fly me and Rick racin' Diddy on boats
Throwin' money in the air and you niggaz is jokes
New York, New York big city of dreams
I'm a hustler baby I'm addicted to CREAM
I'm talking money, cars, hoes, bitches
Cap a damn suit let the feds take pictures
Eighty eight pose just me and my niggaz
Thank god for that white if you feelin' religious

[Torch]
I grew up on the crime side the New York time side
Nickel and dimes to survive
Fresh out the can, million dollar plans
Tryin' to triple up that weed money Know'm sayin'
Precise with the white pirates a job my job to make it hard
Only way up out the hood rap, crack, or playin' ball
Ain't nobody touchin' the plate if I ain't eatin'
Fuck it hand me two twenty on the dash let me see it, Torch

[Gun Play]
Rest in peace Chad Butler, I'll see you when I get there
But for now I'm doin' ninety in a cigarette with bitches
Lookin' back on last year laughin' at the mirror
I'm on TV, I look a little clearer
You look a little worried, chill and come and smell the money in the bag
I'm a crash, too many hundreds on the dash
Killer come ride with me, know what I mean, holla at me
Trilla, Gun Play, triple c I'm outta here

[Hook - R. Kelly with DJ Bigga Rankin ad-libs]

[Flo Rida]
Flo Rida, I was born to digital dash
I go ghetto miles per hour, no speed pass
A Dale Earn knock out my momma pregnant as fast
They said that he my daddy
It's "Good Times" Junior NASCAR but in a caddy
Speedin' this time the snitches won't tell
I was MTV when the ball dropped playa
Tila in my tequila before I struck out the twelve
Big Apple with apple bottoms the haters can go to hell
Number one on billboard, Mr. Rubber Band boy
Like a boy-yoy-yoing, bounce back in my tom force
Got the nitro in the Ford, Alicia Keys with the chords
Fast cars, I want more

[Brisco]
I'm livin' life in the fast lane with no L's or brakes
Why should I care about tomorrow when I'm doin' it today
No insurance on the Chevy but it's OK
Tell them catch me if they can while I'm speedin' away
Ridin' H.O.V., I'm sprayin' nitrous so they can't see me
See me I'm P.O.E.
Everytime I come around
And I would if I could but I can't slow down

[Rick Ross]
What they need just to give a nigga life
Give him twenty years just to feed a nigga rice
Put me in a hole just to let me see the light
Cuz some niggaz out here free ain't even livin' right
Five star G's, my car lease
If we gotta eat puttin' H on the streets
Heroin haven, heroin graven
You would think I was a heroin baby
It's a new year, new year, new money, money
New Louie shoes and they cost a few hundred
Left the tip case still bought them new Tommy's
Got mo' scrilla for niggaz with new drama, Boss

[Lil' Wayne]
Young Money, hookin' up with Ross
Top way back left foot up out the Porsche
Right foot flat, I'm good up in the Porsche
Err, there go Shaq tryin' to pull up on the Porsche
But I burn that cop on my way to Opa-Locka
Brisco holla back, I'll be at here in fact
Like I left somethin' soon as I left somethin'
Told me go to Damon's and just go and Weezy F somethin'
Ferrari F run Lamborghini test run
They call me weather man I make it rain and my chest sunny
Yes honey I don't give a damn about the rest honey
Cash Money, Young Money never ever less money
All we do is get money, all we do is bet money
All we do is let money, go and get money
Now that's money, Young Weezy
[Beat stops]
Baby, ha ha
And this was the remix baby

 

[fox69]

"Stay Schemin'"
(feat. Drake and French Montana)

"Stay Schemin'"
(feat. Drake and French Montana)



RIP to all the real niggas worldwide
Salute, Real Shit

[Chorus]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas

Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, fuck it, I don't wanna go to court
Fuck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
Fuck it, I'm on the run for the money
I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil' niggas thuggin', even got me paranoid
I'm gettin' money, that's in any nigga category
Double M I got G's out in California

[Chorus]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas

Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with niggas like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with niggas like y'all
I just ask that when you see me you speak up niggas that's all
Don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing
It's feeling like rap change
There was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach, just to sell they record
Spaguetti bolognese in apollo lounge
Me and my G from DC, that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think drake would pull some sh-t like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in apollo lounge
Me and my man Oliver North, that's how I roll around
Shorty wanted to tell me secrets about a rap nigga
I told that bitch it's more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe about to lose a hundred fifty M's
Kobe my nigga I hate it had to be him
Bitch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
(huh!? bitch you weren't with me shooting in the gym)

Tell lucien, and I say fuck it
I'm tearing holes my budget
Bag it like we in Publix
And take her ass out in public
Order her a filet told her butterflies, she'll love it
She's used to soda and nuggets, she's really just out here thugging
I'm just hitting my pinnacle
You and pussy identical
You like the fucking finish line
We can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind off that young rich motherfucker getting mine off rap, with my niggas!

[Chorus]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas

Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[French Montana]
From hooptie coupe to the Ghost dawg
Pigeons on the roof like ghost dawg
Dwight Howard on the post dawg
My niggas got the powder through the post dawg
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head
Niggas lost mills tryna beat the feds
10 grams off my last 250 now
Big ass crib, 250 down, damn
Gave my nigga Mac 75
Then gave my nigga penthouse in another 30
Fuck got me thinking like I'm 75
Damn, nigga aint even seen 30

[Chorus]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas

Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

 

[fox69]

"Street Life"
(feat. Lloyd)

"Street Life"
(feat. Lloyd)



[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life , nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky
Sittin at this table, why, to take this ?
Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side (riiiight)
Hoes used to call me small time
My clothes ain't know what to call mine
No logos or no tags in it
No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it
Way before my first key
My nigga E showed me
How to parlay a Z (good lookin' nigga)
I know my mama pullin' overtime
Pocket full of dimes
So I'm out here pullin' mine

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
You can't close shop, not on my block
I'm 24/7 like IHOP
Came from the bottom to the skybox
Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top
Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me
Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it homie
Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub
Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud
Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper
Just an example, by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Street life, sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes
Big E, smoke comin' outta nigga nose
Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything
I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days
This life and nothin' will ever change that
I love the game and we'll never give the game back
We lost a lotta good niggaz in the game
But in the game, all the good niggaz get a name
I got a name, everybody don't die the same
Like all dope don't fly the same
M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them thangs
It's like the people want me to come fly the plane

[Chorus - 3X]

 

[fox69]

"Street Money"
(feat. Flo-Rida)

"Street Money"
(feat. Flo-Rida)



Yeah good looking E-Class, I needed that Nigga
What, Trilla, realer than fuck niggas

[Chorus: Flo-Rida]
You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin you know they got that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
You know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hitting
that 95, I'm out to get that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I started flat broke, Now I'm poppin rubber bands
I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam
If the club poppin, I'ma burn a ton of hundred grams check the parking
lot pimpin, whip cost a hundred grand
I'm in love with shades, I got a thousand pairs
So that's free game, for all you thousandairs
It's funny sour d's will smell sweet
All these niggas think they sell them on Canal Street
I'm sittin twelve feet
Fuck can you tell me, I let the 12's beat
Nightmare on Elm Street
So don't fall asleep, cause my life a dream
And they ain't gotta speak
They know I'm spittin cheese

[Chorus: Flo-Rida]
You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin you know they got that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
You know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hitting
that 95, I'm out to get that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
We got them bottles poppin soundin like they gun shots
Got the models balkin did all with one watch
I hit a lot markets, start' em off with one block
People love the product, so my people come to shop
My uncle 65 he still sellin dope, he claim he petryfied
the field goin broke
It's them Caddy Sevilles
Went from acid and pills, to elaborate deals
If you want status you kill
Cause a habit for real
When I step in the spot, treat the club like the
charts, I go straight to the top
They cost a stack, so dont step on the shoes
and ya know I'm strapped
I'ma play by the rules

[Chorus: Flo-Rida]
You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin you know they got that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
You know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hitting
that 95, I'm out to get that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Take the good with the bad, In the club blowin your last
Ballin like I violated, Bottles keep me hydrated
Party up in skyscrapers, Parachute to Prebate
Pistol like a paratrooper, tell'em take it easy
Bitch is bad as can be, this her fantttttasy
left her panties at home
standin there thick as can be
R- I- C- K R- O- S- S standin there dressed fresh
gettin pussy, Hell Yes
Ross, Ross

[Chorus: Flo-Rida]
You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin you know they got that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
You know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hitting
that 95, I'm out to get that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money

 

[fox69]

"Sun Come Up"
(with Birdman)

"Sun Come Up"
(with Birdman)



[Intro]
Bird, park that body, nigga
Let's take 2 or 3 of dem shits to da head, nigga
What!
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Life in the fast lane, been scared of airplanes
Comfortable on jets, hoes better learn my last name
Yey in the carry-on, that I'm 'bout to carry on
After all the deals, I still deal and carry on
Versus the past, we all shed tears
That's why I pop pills, the end so near
The crackas don't work, niggas just snitch
Lose trial, that's a bitch, nigga go sit
Three hots in the car, where the surf 'n' turf
Three blocks in the car, I'm gettin' what it's worth
From the boss to the bottom, top off the Phantom
Buyin' up the bar so the ladies gettin' at him

[Hook: T-Pain]
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up
(We hustle on)
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up

[Verse 2: Glasses Malone]
You see my eyelids fallin', but sleep prolong
Daddy can't sleep 'til this work all gone
Drub broke down, 10028 zone
I'm seeing new trucks over 28's chrome
Brand new Benz is 600 ponies
Candy on the bitch, candy on the coat
Dreams so sweet now, it's my reality
Nigga don't bite cause you might get a cavity
Now hold me down, clown, call that gravity
Stash so dumb, mine's ridin' shot gun
Doin' 90 down Crenshaw, gotta be careful
Or end up murdered like Cain causin' hell

[Hook: T-Pain]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Youngin, this for the Bird Lady
SuWu, yeah nigga
Pontchartrain Beach, ocean, seas
Fleet, red CMB, UPT where I be comfortably
Louis with the suede on
Rockin' that jewels cause we paid homie
Laid on it, played on it
See a mill like nothing, how we weigh it homie
My honey, she know I'm good with the K
Doin' it how my niggas did it back in the day
Now my lil' nigga all good with the spray
Gettin' money everyday

[Hook: T-Pain]

 

[fox69]

"Super High"
(feat. Ne-Yo)

"Super High"
(feat. Ne-Yo)



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
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, babygirl it's now or never
Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather
...We shinin' when it's pitch dark
Yea this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part
Uh, fuck the marketing, look at what I'm accomplishin'
I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high)
Put your eyes... to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)

Cuz we are.... we are.... super hiiiigh
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

{Bring your sexy ass here baby}

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
and she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back
I wanna take my bitch around the globe
Hawaii, hand glidin' in the mountains, shittin' on these hoes
..Rare bottoms by the barrel
Pop the Giuseppe tags, like it's American Apparel
20,000 up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me
Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army
Andele, andele, baby move fast
She drop it down and bring it back, I like that
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
so she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back

[Chorus]

[Bridge: 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

[Verse 3: Ne-Yo]
Women of a caliber
only seen in magazines and calendars
And I'm sitting with Miss October
cuz my birthday's in October
Strawberry and her Rosé on
I can see it in her eye, cuz she wink and she toast me
and later on we gonna mosy..
to a place where it's populated and get
durty

[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

[Ne-Yo]
Put your eyes to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)
Cuz we are, we are super high
ooh yeah, ooh yeah

[Bridge: Rick Ross]

[Scratched several times]
What the fuck are they yellin' ?

Super hiiighhh

 

[fox69]

"Super High (Sativa Remix)"
(feat. Ne-Yo, Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y)

"Super High (Sativa Remix)"
(feat. Ne-Yo, Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y)



Rozay...Wiz...Roll up ladies and gentleman...Spitta

[Curren$y:]
You think you got the bond cause I rolled you a joint?
I smoke with all mine, baby girl whats 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 and gang signs
Purple kushes broke my fall
I fell from a grape vine
Super high, from the free throw line
I'm Drexler status, glide, ducking espionage
Many jelous eyes scrutinize the rise
But the jets in the house like the curtains and the blinds.
It hurts to see me shine that's why they frowning all the time
In they internet videos digital see befores
Angry orangutan 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 the headband you dying on that hydro

Cuz we are.... we are.... super hiiiigh
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

[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 you say tonight you'll take a hit that's understood
From the smell and by what I payed, you know its good.
Them niggas with me, they from the hood
Now we throw parties in the sky, I'm on the 42nd floor now thats super high.
Champagne, more paper planes than you could fly,
Them young niggas fail soon as they try
When the paparazzi flash
I be countin all this cash
Plotin a million and how to build a mountain out of hash, come on...

All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high)
Put your eyes... to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)

Cuz we are.... we are.... super hiiiigh
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Rozay!!

[Rick Ross:]
I'm gettin money no Illuminati
My pain never went in vein it's all over my body
Hit the spliff in my Mr. Bugatti
Kick it with my little homies I'm Mr. Miyagi
I gotta buy my niggas each a pound
Tweakin up, ??, pass the reefer around
Spittin only lethal rounds, speakers beatin down
Not talkin much as when I say my niggas eatin now
Promoter gave me 40 thou, I think we even now
Pina colada papers, smoke the garden of eden now
Taylor gang is what we bleed about, jet setters in places you only read about.

[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 what ever you want
Smokin pina colada papers baby girl we don't fuck with the blunts...unless I'm with the boss

[Rick Ross:]
If your lookin for me you could find me in the Guiness book,
Only fly bitches ride with the boss take a look, I'm super fly...
I'm super high, you get yours, I'm getting mine

Super hiiiigh...super hiiiigh

Ay yo waitress, I need another bottle of that Rozay, I need another bottle of that Rozay,
I need another bottle of that Rozay, just order, just order, another bottle of that...rozay

Wiz...spitta....uhh

 

[fox69]

"Supreme"

"Supreme"


[Intro:]
I just left the New United States, embassy
Somewhere in Georgia it's 109 rooms
I saw 30 bitches and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong side of the house4

[Rick Ross:]
Anytime me and Scott Scorch get together you gotta call this the Iluminati
Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry
That's what the extensive for
I'm a tell you never be with them
Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you
Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' with you, baby
Yo

[Verse 1:]
Speeding in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers
My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler
Gotta gather my concentration while counting my stacks
I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my ride
300 horses in this bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you should ride
Tried to murder me while in mine so that's how I survived
My deal with Def Jam just set me for life
Wanted to chapel the the BM, man, I'm just rolling the dice
Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm balling tonight
Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind
Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind

[Hook:]
Tell me it's real
Tell me this is real, baby
How does it feel?
How does it feel?

[Verse 2:]
[?] Liberace on riches and bitch
Charm ciy boys get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the shit on fire
My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on fishing isle
Peddle mari- with Tony Jacob, BK's full of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther, James Earl the shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the rival gang
Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang
Next time boss gotta turn his back on 'em
Letting young boys (brrrrat) on 'em
Facts, never find me with the fake look
Trapping little Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace look
You cheating on me, hitting homie, nigga, Facebook
She hitting on me than a motherfucking Facebook

[Hook:]
Tell me it's real, I wanna know
How does it feel, yeah, how does it feel?

[Verse 3:]
Clean-made diaper, you filthy as shit
They partitioning for the women, how busy we get
From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking feel
It's all a dream and never wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he coming home
He never told and he never used the telephone
He on swole and that nigga need a telephone
In a Range Rover and a real nigga got it for him

[Hook:]
You wanna know how does it feel
I know, I bet it must feel so real
Tell me it's real, I wanna know
How does it feel to be so real=

[Outro:]
You know when hanging with billion dollar niggas
One of the perks is getting to meet all these billion dollar bitches
I just met a bitch who never gets jetlag
I spent 10 thousand dollars on her best bag
You underdig that