Super High (Sativa Remix) Rick Ross (Ft. Curren$y, Ne-Yo & Wiz Khalifa)

[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 the espionage
Many a jealous eyes scrutinze the wise
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 CB4s
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)