Download clean vinyl LP CD free mp3 audio song by Jim Jones and this music is titled “We Fly High (Ballin’)”.
Actually this amazing music is popped out of an album which is titled “DJ Drama & Jim Jones: The Seven Day Theory” And it was released in the year 2006.
Listen up below with the full lyrics.
We fly high, no lie (you hear that?), you know this (ballin’)
Foreign rides (yes sir) outside, it’s like showbiz (we in da builidin’)
We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (ballin’)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
Ya boy gettin’ paper (money), I buy big cars (foreign)
Eight fly rides just to drive in my garage (choose one)
Stay sky high (twisted), fly with the stars (twinkle, twinkle)
G4 flights, eighty grand large (ballin’)
So we lean wit’ it, pop wit’ it (Bankhead)
‘Vertible Jones, mean with the top missin’ (flossin’)
I’m sittin’ clean with the bottom kitted (do it)
I hopped out saggy jeans and my rock glistenin’ (ballin’)
But I spent ’bout eight grand
Mami on stage doin’ the rain dance (I think she like me)
She let it hit the floor, made it pop (what else?)
Got my pedal to the floor screamin’, “fuck the cops!” (Do it)
We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin’)
Foreign rides outside, it’s like showbiz
We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (ballin’)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
Slow down
Here tonight, could be gone tomorrow (one chance)
So I speed through life like it’s no tomorrow (speedin’)
A hundred G’s worth of ice on the Audemars (flossy)
And we in the street life ’til they call the law (ballin’)
I made the whip get naked (what happen?)
While I switch gears, bitch lookin’ at the bracelet (got her)
Step out, show me what you all about
Flashbacks of last night of me ballin’ out (Harlem)
One am, we was at the club (what happen?)
Two am, ten bottles of bub’ (money ain’t a thing)
And by three somethin’ I was thinkin’ ’bout grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (twisted)
We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin’)
Foreign rides outside, it’s like showbiz
We stay fly, no lie, and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
Nigga, could you buy that?
I keep twenty in the pocket (light change)
You talkin’ buck-eighty if the Bentley is the topic (that Grey Poupon)
But of course got a fly the Spur (where?)
To the hood and roll dice on side the curb
Now I know G-Bent may sound absurd (get your money up)
Drive eighty up Lennox ’cause I got a urge (speedin’)
The rap game like the crack game
Lifestyles, rich and famous livin’ in the fast lane (ballin’)
So when I bleep shorty, bleep back
Louis Vuitton belt where I’m keepin’ all the heat strapped (loaded)
I beat the trial over Rucker (let’s do it)
All guns loaded in the back, motherfucker (Dipset)
We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin’)
Foreign rides outside, it’s like showbiz
We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin’)
Foreign rides outside, it’s like showbiz (ballin’)
We stay fly (stay fly), no lie (no lie), and you know this (ballin’)
Hips and thighs (ayy), oh my (oh my), stay focused (oh, oh, chyeah)
You niggas need to stay focused
When you’re dealin’ with a motherfuckin’ G
You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status
All the above motherfucker
It’s Dipset Byrdgang, we born to fly
Ya’ll know the rules, fall back or fall back
Somebody tell my bitch Summer I’m lookin for her
Ya dig, another day another dollar
The fast life fucker
We stay fly (Dipset), no lie, and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
We stay fly, no lie, and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
