We Fly High (Remix) Jim Jones (Ft. Birdman, Diddy, Juelz Santana, T.I. & Young Dro)

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[Produced by Zukhan]

[Intro: Jim Jones]
I wear a mean dark pair of shades
(You know we can't have one of nuthin')
And you can't see my eyes (so we had to double up)
Unless my head is bent, you dig
Dipset (Remix)

[Hook: Jim Jones]
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
(Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)
Lamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)
From Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)
500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)
Fuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills
Hip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)
Black cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)
It's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)
(It's all about the Benjamin's baby)
I'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)
The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)
I brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)