[{"id":6048547,"name":"We Fly High - Remix","trackName":"We Fly High - Remix","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"DJ Chill and Lil Flip Present: Tha King Returns","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n(Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\nLamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\nFrom Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\nFuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\nHip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\nBlack cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\nIt's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n(It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\nI'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\nThe roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\nI brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\nI ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\nOnly thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\nCracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\nNaw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\nBlue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\nYou ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\nEven when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\nAyo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\nNow pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\nPick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\nPick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n(What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\nRetirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\nI'm still spendin' ol' money\nBenjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\nDoin' my thang with this uptown swang\nNiggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\nStuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\nEvery time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\nPop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\nCuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nNow girl I don't mean to be an agitator\nBut when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\nAy, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\nYa cars like ya home, everthing rented\nI'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\nMy money comes fast just like a leopard\nI'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\nPlay wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\nI'll swing that tool around\nThen begin the root canal, Blaow\n(Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\nOnly time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\nBaldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\nIced-out skull heads\n\nLook like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\nSittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\nWit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\nHell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\nIceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\nCuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\nYou've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\nYou are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\nShout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\nIt's like showbiz\nBallin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High - Remix\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: 'DJ Chill and Lil Flip Present: Tha King Returns'\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  (Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\n  Lamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\n  From Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n  500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\n  Fuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\n  Hip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\n  Black cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\n  It's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n  (It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\n  I'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\n  The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\n  I brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\n  I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\n  Only thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n  5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\n  Cracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\n  Naw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\n  Blue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\n  You ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\n  Even when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\n  Ayo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\n  Now pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\n  Pick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\n  Pick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n  (What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\n  Retirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\n  I'm still spendin' ol' money\n  Benjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n  500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n  100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\n  Doin' my thang with this uptown swang\n  Niggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\n  Stuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\n  Every time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\n  Pop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\n  Cuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Now girl I don't mean to be an agitator\n  But when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\n  Ay, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\n  Ya cars like ya home, everthing rented\n  I'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\n  My money comes fast just like a leopard\n  I'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\n  Play wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\n  I'll swing that tool around\n  Then begin the root canal, Blaow\n  (Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\n  Only time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\n  Baldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\n  Iced-out skull heads\n\n  Look like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\n  Sittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n  550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\n  Wit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\n  Hell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\n  Iceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n  28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\n  Cuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\n  You've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\n  You are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\n  Shout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\n  It's like showbiz\n  Ballin\n"},{"id":19461748,"name":"We Fly High (Remix)","trackName":"We Fly High (Remix)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Dipset Christmas","duration":279.475374,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n(Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\nLamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\nFrom Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\nFuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\nHip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\nBlack cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\nIt's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n(It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\nI'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\nThe roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\nI brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\nI ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\nOnly thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\nCracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\nNaw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\nBlue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\nYou ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\nEven when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\nAyo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\nNow pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\nPick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\nPick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n(What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\nRetirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\nI'm still spendin' ol' money\nBenjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\nDoin' my thang with this uptown swang\nNiggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\nStuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\nEvery time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\nPop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\nCuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nNow girl I don't mean to be an agitator\nBut when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\nAy, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\nYa cars like ya home, everthing rented\nI'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\nMy money comes fast just like a leopard\nI'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\nPlay wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\nI'll swing that tool around\nThen begin the root canal, Blaow\n(Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\nOnly time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\nBaldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\nIced-out skull heads\n\nLook like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\nSittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\nWit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\nHell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\nIceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\nCuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\nYou've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\nYou are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\nShout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\nIt's like showbiz\nBallin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High (Remix)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Dipset Christmas\n  duration_ms: 279475\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  (Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\n  Lamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\n  From Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n  500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\n  Fuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\n  Hip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\n  Black cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\n  It's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n  (It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\n  I'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\n  The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\n  I brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\n  I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\n  Only thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n  5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\n  Cracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\n  Naw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\n  Blue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\n  You ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\n  Even when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\n  Ayo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\n  Now pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\n  Pick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\n  Pick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n  (What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\n  Retirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\n  I'm still spendin' ol' money\n  Benjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n  500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n  100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\n  Doin' my thang with this uptown swang\n  Niggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\n  Stuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\n  Every time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\n  Pop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\n  Cuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Now girl I don't mean to be an agitator\n  But when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\n  Ay, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\n  Ya cars like ya home, everthing rented\n  I'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\n  My money comes fast just like a leopard\n  I'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\n  Play wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\n  I'll swing that tool around\n  Then begin the root canal, Blaow\n  (Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\n  Only time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\n  Baldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\n  Iced-out skull heads\n\n  Look like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\n  Sittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n  550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\n  Wit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\n  Hell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\n  Iceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n  28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\n  Cuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\n  You've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\n  You are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\n  Shout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\n  It's like showbiz\n  Ballin\n"},{"id":19235492,"name":"We Fly High (remix)","trackName":"We Fly High (remix)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Dipset X-Mas","duration":279.4121,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n(Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\nLamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\nFrom Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\nFuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\nHip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\nBlack cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\nIt's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n(It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\nI'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\nThe roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\nI brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\nI ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\nOnly thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\nCracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\nNaw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\nBlue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\nYou ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\nEven when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\nAyo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\nNow pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\nPick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\nPick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n(What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\nRetirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\nI'm still spendin' ol' money\nBenjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\nDoin' my thang with this uptown swang\nNiggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\nStuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\nEvery time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\nPop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\nCuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nNow girl I don't mean to be an agitator\nBut when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\nAy, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\nYa cars like ya home, everthing rented\nI'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\nMy money comes fast just like a leopard\nI'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\nPlay wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\nI'll swing that tool around\nThen begin the root canal, Blaow\n(Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\nOnly time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\nBaldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\nIced-out skull heads\n\nLook like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\nSittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\nWit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\nHell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\nIceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\nCuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\nYou've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\nYou are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\nShout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\nIt's like showbiz\nBallin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High (remix)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Dipset X-Mas\n  duration_ms: 279412\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  (Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\n  Lamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\n  From Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n  500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\n  Fuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\n  Hip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\n  Black cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\n  It's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n  (It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\n  I'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\n  The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\n  I brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\n  I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\n  Only thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n  5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\n  Cracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\n  Naw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\n  Blue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\n  You ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\n  Even when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\n  Ayo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\n  Now pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\n  Pick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\n  Pick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n  (What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\n  Retirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\n  I'm still spendin' ol' money\n  Benjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n  500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n  100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\n  Doin' my thang with this uptown swang\n  Niggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\n  Stuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\n  Every time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\n  Pop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\n  Cuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Now girl I don't mean to be an agitator\n  But when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\n  Ay, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\n  Ya cars like ya home, everthing rented\n  I'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\n  My money comes fast just like a leopard\n  I'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\n  Play wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\n  I'll swing that tool around\n  Then begin the root canal, Blaow\n  (Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\n  Only time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\n  Baldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\n  Iced-out skull heads\n\n  Look like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\n  Sittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n  550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\n  Wit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\n  Hell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\n  Iceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n  28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\n  Cuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\n  You've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\n  You are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\n  Shout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\n  It's like showbiz\n  Ballin\n"},{"id":24202367,"name":"We Fly High (Remix)","trackName":"We Fly High (Remix)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E.","duration":279.4121,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n(Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\nLamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\nFrom Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\nFuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\nHip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\nBlack cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\nIt's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n(It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\nI'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\nThe roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\nI brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\nI ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\nOnly thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\nCracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\nNaw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\nBlue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\nYou ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\nEven when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\nAyo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\nNow pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\nPick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\nPick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n(What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\nRetirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\nI'm still spendin' ol' money\nBenjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\nDoin' my thang with this uptown swang\nNiggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\nStuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\nEvery time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\nPop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\nCuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nNow girl I don't mean to be an agitator\nBut when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\nAy, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\nYa cars like ya home, everthing rented\nI'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\nMy money comes fast just like a leopard\nI'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\nPlay wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\nI'll swing that tool around\nThen begin the root canal, Blaow\n(Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\nOnly time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\nBaldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\nIced-out skull heads\n\nLook like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\nSittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\nWit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\nHell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\nIceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\nCuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\nYou've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\nYou are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\nShout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\nIt's like showbiz\nBallin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High (Remix)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.\n  duration_ms: 279412\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  (Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\n  Lamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\n  From Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n  500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\n  Fuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\n  Hip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\n  Black cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\n  It's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n  (It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\n  I'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\n  The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\n  I brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\n  I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\n  Only thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n  5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\n  Cracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\n  Naw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\n  Blue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\n  You ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\n  Even when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\n  Ayo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\n  Now pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\n  Pick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\n  Pick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n  (What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\n  Retirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\n  I'm still spendin' ol' money\n  Benjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n  500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n  100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\n  Doin' my thang with this uptown swang\n  Niggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\n  Stuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\n  Every time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\n  Pop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\n  Cuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Now girl I don't mean to be an agitator\n  But when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\n  Ay, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\n  Ya cars like ya home, everthing rented\n  I'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\n  My money comes fast just like a leopard\n  I'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\n  Play wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\n  I'll swing that tool around\n  Then begin the root canal, Blaow\n  (Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\n  Only time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\n  Baldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\n  Iced-out skull heads\n\n  Look like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\n  Sittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n  550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\n  Wit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\n  Hell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\n  Iceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n  28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\n  Cuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\n  You've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\n  You are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\n  Shout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\n  It's like showbiz\n  Ballin\n"},{"id":24596519,"name":"We Fly High (Remix)","trackName":"We Fly High (Remix)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Cutmaster C-The Hood News (Mon","duration":287.451429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n(Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\nLamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\nFrom Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\nFuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\nHip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\nBlack cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\nIt's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n(It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\nI'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\nThe roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\nI brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\nI ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\nOnly thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\nCracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\nNaw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\nBlue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\nYou ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\nEven when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\nAyo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\nNow pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\nPick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\nPick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n(What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\nRetirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\nI'm still spendin' ol' money\nBenjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\nDoin' my thang with this uptown swang\nNiggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\nStuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\nEvery time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\nPop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\nCuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nNow girl I don't mean to be an agitator\nBut when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\nAy, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\nYa cars like ya home, everthing rented\nI'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\nMy money comes fast just like a leopard\nI'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\nPlay wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\nI'll swing that tool around\nThen begin the root canal, Blaow\n(Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\nOnly time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\nBaldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\nIced-out skull heads\n\nLook like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\nSittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\nWit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\nHell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\nIceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\nCuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\nYou've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\nYou are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\nShout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\nIt's like showbiz\nBallin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High (Remix)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Cutmaster C-The Hood News (Mon\n  duration_ms: 287451\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  (Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\n  Lamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\n  From Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n  500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\n  Fuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\n  Hip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\n  Black cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\n  It's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n  (It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\n  I'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\n  The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\n  I brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\n  I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\n  Only thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n  5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\n  Cracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\n  Naw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\n  Blue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\n  You ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\n  Even when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\n  Ayo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\n  Now pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\n  Pick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\n  Pick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n  (What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\n  Retirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\n  I'm still spendin' ol' money\n  Benjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n  500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n  100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\n  Doin' my thang with this uptown swang\n  Niggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\n  Stuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\n  Every time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\n  Pop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\n  Cuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Now girl I don't mean to be an agitator\n  But when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\n  Ay, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\n  Ya cars like ya home, everthing rented\n  I'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\n  My money comes fast just like a leopard\n  I'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\n  Play wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\n  I'll swing that tool around\n  Then begin the root canal, Blaow\n  (Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\n  Only time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\n  Baldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\n  Iced-out skull heads\n\n  Look like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\n  Sittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n  550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\n  Wit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\n  Hell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\n  Iceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n  28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\n  Cuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\n  You've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\n  You are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\n  Shout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\n  It's like showbiz\n  Ballin\n"},{"id":11743782,"name":"We Fly High (Remix)","trackName":"We Fly High (Remix)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"A Dipset Christmas","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Remix!\nWe fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside it's like showbiz (ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you no this (remix!)\nHips and thighs,oh my!, stay focused\n(Jones!) He, she blowticious,\nLamborghini, it's audicious\nFrom Harlem to Hollywood I'm still hood,\n500 Horses stuffed in my Ferarri hood\nFuck niggas talk bout MC's on my hills\nHip hop was dead and killa gave me the will (flee)\nBlack car fever got this nigga feelin ill (ill)\nIt's the shop for a now nigga givin' out deals\n(It's all about the Benjamen's baby)\nI'm flying off Lennox, in the Bentley all crazy (check)\nThe roof topless, I'm showin' my ass\nI brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance\nRemix!\nWe fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside it's like showbiz\nI ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall\nBut only one thang gonna get us by and that's the ball game,\nI buy me a lonely crib 50 on the dog tag\nCrack's in the deal that's twenty mill you thought I have gone mad\nNaw I had to gone grab the spida at the red light,\nBlue florescent head light, you better get your bread right,\nYou ain't a baller, you chase checks I check write,\nEven when his dog got signed, I had my neck right\nEy ya hold up, pick a restaurant Chows or Chin Chin (5 stars)\nNow pick a car, which one I ain't been in (ballin!)\nPick a watch, as long as the hands spinnin'\nPick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n(What about to ride) the yachts still on deck\nRetirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\nI'm still spendin' ol' money\nBenjamin's Remix, 10 Year Gold Money (Mothafuckas!)\nOh look at this presendentish and get it twisted\nI'm still in the clubs on the chairs gettin' twisted\nNonstop rhyme from the summer to the winter (ballin')\nHarder than ? Sportcenter\nWho you think started all this makin' ?\nAsk the girls they'll tell you that some MC Jermaine\nMoney anything, you seen the video\n? I been half the globe\n(Tell 'em!) (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (remix!)\nHips and thighs, oh my! Stay focused\n500 On the Bentley, 50 g's on the Caddy,\n100 Gs on my bar 'cause we both livin' ?\nDoin' my thang wit this uptown swang\nNigga get it how we live like money ain't a thang\nAnd I'm stuntin' on them thangs\nEvery time you see me swang\nEvery time you see me hang\nBest believe I got that thang.\nPop up at the club nigga show them hoes love\n'Cause they know we make it rain so they show us gangsta love\nI feel like I'm skating on ice like Christie Yamaguchi\nSit up in the Chevy eating blow fish sushi\n550 Mint colored Benz me n' Jim wit the back cab twins and they blowin out Fluties\nHell rail block so you know we gettin coofy,\nIceberg drop nigga now ridin' goofy,\n28 Inches in the air, know I'm ballin' 'cause my whole wrist pink\nAnd my neck kinda bluey (Dro!)\nWe fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside it's like showbiz (ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (remix!)\nHips and thighs,oh my!, stay focused\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (ballin')\nHips and thighs, oh my!, stay focused\nYou just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\nYou are now a Ballaholic\nJust like my team (Dipset, Dipset)\nShouts to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Ho)\nRemix!\nIt's like showbiz, ballin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High (Remix)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: A Dipset Christmas\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Remix!\n  We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz (ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you no this (remix!)\n  Hips and thighs,oh my!, stay focused\n  (Jones!) He, she blowticious,\n  Lamborghini, it's audicious\n  From Harlem to Hollywood I'm still hood,\n  500 Horses stuffed in my Ferarri hood\n  Fuck niggas talk bout MC's on my hills\n  Hip hop was dead and killa gave me the will (flee)\n  Black car fever got this nigga feelin ill (ill)\n  It's the shop for a now nigga givin' out deals\n  (It's all about the Benjamen's baby)\n  I'm flying off Lennox, in the Bentley all crazy (check)\n  The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass\n  I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance\n  Remix!\n  We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz\n  I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall\n  But only one thang gonna get us by and that's the ball game,\n  I buy me a lonely crib 50 on the dog tag\n  Crack's in the deal that's twenty mill you thought I have gone mad\n  Naw I had to gone grab the spida at the red light,\n  Blue florescent head light, you better get your bread right,\n  You ain't a baller, you chase checks I check write,\n  Even when his dog got signed, I had my neck right\n  Ey ya hold up, pick a restaurant Chows or Chin Chin (5 stars)\n  Now pick a car, which one I ain't been in (ballin!)\n  Pick a watch, as long as the hands spinnin'\n  Pick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n  (What about to ride) the yachts still on deck\n  Retirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\n  I'm still spendin' ol' money\n  Benjamin's Remix, 10 Year Gold Money (Mothafuckas!)\n  Oh look at this presendentish and get it twisted\n  I'm still in the clubs on the chairs gettin' twisted\n  Nonstop rhyme from the summer to the winter (ballin')\n  Harder than ? Sportcenter\n  Who you think started all this makin' ?\n  Ask the girls they'll tell you that some MC Jermaine\n  Money anything, you seen the video\n  ? I been half the globe\n  (Tell 'em!) (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (remix!)\n  Hips and thighs, oh my! Stay focused\n  500 On the Bentley, 50 g's on the Caddy,\n  100 Gs on my bar 'cause we both livin' ?\n  Doin' my thang wit this uptown swang\n  Nigga get it how we live like money ain't a thang\n  And I'm stuntin' on them thangs\n  Every time you see me swang\n  Every time you see me hang\n  Best believe I got that thang.\n  Pop up at the club nigga show them hoes love\n  'Cause they know we make it rain so they show us gangsta love\n  I feel like I'm skating on ice like Christie Yamaguchi\n  Sit up in the Chevy eating blow fish sushi\n  550 Mint colored Benz me n' Jim wit the back cab twins and they blowin out Fluties\n  Hell rail block so you know we gettin coofy,\n  Iceberg drop nigga now ridin' goofy,\n  28 Inches in the air, know I'm ballin' 'cause my whole wrist pink\n  And my neck kinda bluey (Dro!)\n  We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz (ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (remix!)\n  Hips and thighs,oh my!, stay focused\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (ballin')\n  Hips and thighs, oh my!, stay focused\n  You just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\n  You are now a Ballaholic\n  Just like my team (Dipset, Dipset)\n  Shouts to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Ho)\n  Remix!\n  It's like showbiz, ballin'\n"},{"id":11710732,"name":"We Fly High (Remix)","trackName":"We Fly High (Remix)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Dipset Christmas","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I wear a mean dark pair of shades\nAint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent, you dig\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nYa boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign)\nI need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1)\nStay sky high (Twisted), Fly wit the stars (Twinkle,Twinkle)\nT 4? Flights, 80 grand large (Ballin!)\nSo we lean with it, pop with it (Bankhead)\n'Vertible jones, mean with the top listen (Flossin)\nI'm sayin clean with the bottom?(Do It)\nI Hop'd out saggy jeans and my rock glistenin(BALLIN!)\nBut I spent bout 8 grand\nMami on stage doin the rain dance (I think she like me)\nShe let it hit the floor, made it pop (What Else!?)\nGot my pedal to the floor screamin fuck the cops(Do It!)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n(Girl)\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nSlow Down, Tonight may be gone tommorow (One Chance!)\nSo I speed thu life like theres no tommorow (Speedin!)\n100 g's worth of ice on the audermar? (Flossy)\nAnd we in the street life until they call the law (Ballin!)\nI made the whip get naked (What Happen!?)\nWhile I switch gears, Bitch lookin at the bracelet (Got Em)\nStep out, show me what your all about\nFlashbacks of last night of me ballin out (Harlem!)\n1 a.m. we was at the club (What Happen!?)\n2 a.m. Ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing)\nAnd about 3 somethin I was thinkin about grub\nSo I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (Twisted)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n(Girl)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nNigga could you buy that\nI keep 20 in the pocket (Light Change)\nTalk a buck 80 If the bentley is the topic (That grey poupon)\nBut of course gotta fly? (Where?)\nTo the hood to roll dice on the side of the curb\nBut I know a G Bent' may sound obsurd (Get Your Money Up)\nDrive 80 up Lennox cause I got an urge (Speedin)\nThe rap game like the crack game\nLifestyles, rich and famous livin in the fast lane (Ballin!)\nSo when i bleep shorty bleep back\nLou Vutton Belt where im keep all the heat strapped\nI beat the trial over rucker (Lets Do It)\nAll guns loaded in the back motherfucker (Dipset)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building) 2x\n(Girl)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nYou niggas need to stay focus\nWhen your dealin with a motherfuckin G\nYou know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status\nOnly above motherfucka\nThis Dipset ByrdGang We Born To Fly\nYa'll know the rules fall back or fall back\nSomeone tell my bitch summer I'm lookin for her\nYa dig, Another day another dollar\nFast life fucker","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High (Remix)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Dipset Christmas\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I wear a mean dark pair of shades\n  Aint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent, you dig\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Ya boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign)\n  I need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1)\n  Stay sky high (Twisted), Fly wit the stars (Twinkle,Twinkle)\n  T 4? Flights, 80 grand large (Ballin!)\n  So we lean with it, pop with it (Bankhead)\n  'Vertible jones, mean with the top listen (Flossin)\n  I'm sayin clean with the bottom?(Do It)\n  I Hop'd out saggy jeans and my rock glistenin(BALLIN!)\n  But I spent bout 8 grand\n  Mami on stage doin the rain dance (I think she like me)\n  She let it hit the floor, made it pop (What Else!?)\n  Got my pedal to the floor screamin fuck the cops(Do It!)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n  (Girl)\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Slow Down, Tonight may be gone tommorow (One Chance!)\n  So I speed thu life like theres no tommorow (Speedin!)\n  100 g's worth of ice on the audermar? (Flossy)\n  And we in the street life until they call the law (Ballin!)\n  I made the whip get naked (What Happen!?)\n  While I switch gears, Bitch lookin at the bracelet (Got Em)\n  Step out, show me what your all about\n  Flashbacks of last night of me ballin out (Harlem!)\n  1 a.m. we was at the club (What Happen!?)\n  2 a.m. Ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing)\n  And about 3 somethin I was thinkin about grub\n  So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (Twisted)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n  (Girl)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Nigga could you buy that\n  I keep 20 in the pocket (Light Change)\n  Talk a buck 80 If the bentley is the topic (That grey poupon)\n  But of course gotta fly? (Where?)\n  To the hood to roll dice on the side of the curb\n  But I know a G Bent' may sound obsurd (Get Your Money Up)\n  Drive 80 up Lennox cause I got an urge (Speedin)\n  The rap game like the crack game\n  Lifestyles, rich and famous livin in the fast lane (Ballin!)\n  So when i bleep shorty bleep back\n  Lou Vutton Belt where im keep all the heat strapped\n  I beat the trial over rucker (Lets Do It)\n  All guns loaded in the back motherfucker (Dipset)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building) 2x\n  (Girl)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  You niggas need to stay focus\n  When your dealin with a motherfuckin G\n  You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status\n  Only above motherfucka\n  This Dipset ByrdGang We Born To Fly\n  Ya'll know the rules fall back or fall back\n  Someone tell my bitch summer I'm lookin for her\n  Ya dig, Another day another dollar\n  Fast life fucker\n"},{"id":12116903,"name":"We Fly High (Remix)","trackName":"We Fly High (Remix)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Dipset X-Mas","duration":266.298,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I wear a mean dark pair of shades\nAint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent, you dig\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nYa boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign)\nI need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1)\nStay sky high (Twisted), Fly wit the stars (Twinkle,Twinkle)\nT 4? Flights, 80 grand large (Ballin!)\nSo we lean with it, pop with it (Bankhead)\n'Vertible jones, mean with the top listen (Flossin)\nI'm sayin clean with the bottom?(Do It)\nI Hop'd out saggy jeans and my rock glistenin(BALLIN!)\nBut I spent bout 8 grand\nMami on stage doin the rain dance (I think she like me)\nShe let it hit the floor, made it pop (What Else!?)\nGot my pedal to the floor screamin fuck the cops(Do It!)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n(Girl)\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nSlow Down, Tonight may be gone tommorow (One Chance!)\nSo I speed thu life like theres no tommorow (Speedin!)\n100 g's worth of ice on the audermar? (Flossy)\nAnd we in the street life until they call the law (Ballin!)\nI made the whip get naked (What Happen!?)\nWhile I switch gears, Bitch lookin at the bracelet (Got Em)\nStep out, show me what your all about\nFlashbacks of last night of me ballin out (Harlem!)\n1 a.m. we was at the club (What Happen!?)\n2 a.m. Ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing)\nAnd about 3 somethin I was thinkin about grub\nSo I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (Twisted)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n(Girl)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nNigga could you buy that\nI keep 20 in the pocket (Light Change)\nTalk a buck 80 If the bentley is the topic (That grey poupon)\nBut of course gotta fly? (Where?)\nTo the hood to roll dice on the side of the curb\nBut I know a G Bent' may sound obsurd (Get Your Money Up)\nDrive 80 up Lennox cause I got an urge (Speedin)\nThe rap game like the crack game\nLifestyles, rich and famous livin in the fast lane (Ballin!)\nSo when i bleep shorty bleep back\nLou Vutton Belt where im keep all the heat strapped\nI beat the trial over rucker (Lets Do It)\nAll guns loaded in the back motherfucker (Dipset)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building) 2x\n(Girl)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nYou niggas need to stay focus\nWhen your dealin with a motherfuckin G\nYou know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status\nOnly above motherfucka\nThis Dipset ByrdGang We Born To Fly\nYa'll know the rules fall back or fall back\nSomeone tell my bitch summer I'm lookin for her\nYa dig, Another day another dollar\nFast life fucker","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High (Remix)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Dipset X-Mas\n  duration_ms: 266298\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I wear a mean dark pair of shades\n  Aint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent, you dig\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Ya boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign)\n  I need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1)\n  Stay sky high (Twisted), Fly wit the stars (Twinkle,Twinkle)\n  T 4? Flights, 80 grand large (Ballin!)\n  So we lean with it, pop with it (Bankhead)\n  'Vertible jones, mean with the top listen (Flossin)\n  I'm sayin clean with the bottom?(Do It)\n  I Hop'd out saggy jeans and my rock glistenin(BALLIN!)\n  But I spent bout 8 grand\n  Mami on stage doin the rain dance (I think she like me)\n  She let it hit the floor, made it pop (What Else!?)\n  Got my pedal to the floor screamin fuck the cops(Do It!)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n  (Girl)\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Slow Down, Tonight may be gone tommorow (One Chance!)\n  So I speed thu life like theres no tommorow (Speedin!)\n  100 g's worth of ice on the audermar? (Flossy)\n  And we in the street life until they call the law (Ballin!)\n  I made the whip get naked (What Happen!?)\n  While I switch gears, Bitch lookin at the bracelet (Got Em)\n  Step out, show me what your all about\n  Flashbacks of last night of me ballin out (Harlem!)\n  1 a.m. we was at the club (What Happen!?)\n  2 a.m. Ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing)\n  And about 3 somethin I was thinkin about grub\n  So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (Twisted)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n  (Girl)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Nigga could you buy that\n  I keep 20 in the pocket (Light Change)\n  Talk a buck 80 If the bentley is the topic (That grey poupon)\n  But of course gotta fly? (Where?)\n  To the hood to roll dice on the side of the curb\n  But I know a G Bent' may sound obsurd (Get Your Money Up)\n  Drive 80 up Lennox cause I got an urge (Speedin)\n  The rap game like the crack game\n  Lifestyles, rich and famous livin in the fast lane (Ballin!)\n  So when i bleep shorty bleep back\n  Lou Vutton Belt where im keep all the heat strapped\n  I beat the trial over rucker (Lets Do It)\n  All guns loaded in the back motherfucker (Dipset)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building) 2x\n  (Girl)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  You niggas need to stay focus\n  When your dealin with a motherfuckin G\n  You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status\n  Only above motherfucka\n  This Dipset ByrdGang We Born To Fly\n  Ya'll know the rules fall back or fall back\n  Someone tell my bitch summer I'm lookin for her\n  Ya dig, Another day another dollar\n  Fast life fucker\n"},{"id":33641396,"name":"We Fly High (Remix)","trackName":"We Fly High (Remix)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Unreleased","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n(Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\nLamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\nFrom Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\nFuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\nHip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\nBlack cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\nIt's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n(It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\nI'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\nThe roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\nI brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\nI ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\nOnly thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\nCracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\nNaw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\nBlue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\nYou ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\nEven when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\nAyo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\nNow pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\nPick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\nPick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n(What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\nRetirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\nI'm still spendin' ol' money\nBenjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\nDoin' my thang with this uptown swang\nNiggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\nStuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\nEvery time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\nPop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\nCuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nNow girl I don't mean to be an agitator\nBut when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\nAy, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\nYa cars like ya home, everthing rented\nI'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\nMy money comes fast just like a leopard\nI'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\nPlay wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\nI'll swing that tool around\nThen begin the root canal, Blaow\n(Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\nOnly time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\nBaldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\nIced-out skull heads\n\nLook like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\nSittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\nWit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\nHell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\nIceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\nCuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\nYou've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\nYou are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\nShout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\nIt's like showbiz\nBallin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High (Remix)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Unreleased\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  (Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\n  Lamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\n  From Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n  500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\n  Fuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\n  Hip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\n  Black cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\n  It's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n  (It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\n  I'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\n  The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\n  I brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\n  I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\n  Only thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n  5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\n  Cracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\n  Naw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\n  Blue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\n  You ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\n  Even when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\n  Ayo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\n  Now pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\n  Pick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\n  Pick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n  (What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\n  Retirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\n  I'm still spendin' ol' money\n  Benjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n  500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n  100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\n  Doin' my thang with this uptown swang\n  Niggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\n  Stuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\n  Every time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\n  Pop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\n  Cuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Now girl I don't mean to be an agitator\n  But when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\n  Ay, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\n  Ya cars like ya home, everthing rented\n  I'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\n  My money comes fast just like a leopard\n  I'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\n  Play wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\n  I'll swing that tool around\n  Then begin the root canal, Blaow\n  (Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\n  Only time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\n  Baldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\n  Iced-out skull heads\n\n  Look like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\n  Sittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n  550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\n  Wit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\n  Hell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\n  Iceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n  28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\n  Cuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\n  You've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\n  You are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\n  Shout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\n  It's like showbiz\n  Ballin\n"},{"id":26530672,"name":"We Fly High (Remix)","trackName":"We Fly High (Remix)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Dj Thoro And P-Cutta-The Game","duration":205.00898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n(Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\nLamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\nFrom Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\nFuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\nHip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\nBlack cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\nIt's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n(It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\nI'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\nThe roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\nI brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\nI ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\nOnly thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\nCracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\nNaw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\nBlue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\nYou ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\nEven when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\nAyo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\nNow pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\nPick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\nPick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n(What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\nRetirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\nI'm still spendin' ol' money\nBenjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\nDoin' my thang with this uptown swang\nNiggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\nStuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\nEvery time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\nPop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\nCuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nNow girl I don't mean to be an agitator\nBut when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\nAy, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\nYa cars like ya home, everthing rented\nI'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\nMy money comes fast just like a leopard\nI'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\nPlay wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\nI'll swing that tool around\nThen begin the root canal, Blaow\n(Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\nOnly time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\nBaldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\nIced-out skull heads\n\nLook like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\nSittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\nWit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\nHell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\nIceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\nCuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\nYou've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\nYou are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\nShout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\nIt's like showbiz\nBallin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High (Remix)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Dj Thoro And P-Cutta-The Game\n  duration_ms: 205009\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  (Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\n  Lamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\n  From Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n  500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\n  Fuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\n  Hip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\n  Black cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\n  It's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n  (It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\n  I'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\n  The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\n  I brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\n  I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\n  Only thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n  5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\n  Cracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\n  Naw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\n  Blue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\n  You ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\n  Even when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\n  Ayo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\n  Now pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\n  Pick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\n  Pick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n  (What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\n  Retirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\n  I'm still spendin' ol' money\n  Benjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n  500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n  100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\n  Doin' my thang with this uptown swang\n  Niggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\n  Stuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\n  Every time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\n  Pop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\n  Cuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Now girl I don't mean to be an agitator\n  But when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\n  Ay, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\n  Ya cars like ya home, everthing rented\n  I'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\n  My money comes fast just like a leopard\n  I'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\n  Play wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\n  I'll swing that tool around\n  Then begin the root canal, Blaow\n  (Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\n  Only time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\n  Baldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\n  Iced-out skull heads\n\n  Look like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\n  Sittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n  550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\n  Wit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\n  Hell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\n  Iceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n  28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\n  Cuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\n  You've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\n  You are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\n  Shout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\n  It's like showbiz\n  Ballin\n"},{"id":27661558,"name":"We Fly High (Remix)","trackName":"We Fly High (Remix)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"A Dipset Xmas","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n(Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\nLamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\nFrom Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\nFuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\nHip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\nBlack cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\nIt's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n(It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\nI'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\nThe roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\nI brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\nI ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\nOnly thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\nCracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\nNaw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\nBlue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\nYou ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\nEven when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\nAyo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\nNow pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\nPick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\nPick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n(What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\nRetirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\nI'm still spendin' ol' money\nBenjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\nDoin' my thang with this uptown swang\nNiggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\nStuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\nEvery time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\nPop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\nCuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nNow girl I don't mean to be an agitator\nBut when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\nAy, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\nYa cars like ya home, everthing rented\nI'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\nMy money comes fast just like a leopard\nI'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\nPlay wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\nI'll swing that tool around\nThen begin the root canal, Blaow\n(Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\nOnly time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\nBaldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\nIced-out skull heads\n\nLook like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\nSittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\nWit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\nHell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\nIceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\nCuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\nYou've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\nYou are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\nShout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\nIt's like showbiz\nBallin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High (Remix)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: A Dipset Xmas\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  (Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\n  Lamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\n  From Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n  500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\n  Fuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\n  Hip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\n  Black cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\n  It's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n  (It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\n  I'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\n  The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\n  I brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\n  I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\n  Only thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n  5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\n  Cracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\n  Naw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\n  Blue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\n  You ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\n  Even when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\n  Ayo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\n  Now pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\n  Pick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\n  Pick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n  (What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\n  Retirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\n  I'm still spendin' ol' money\n  Benjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n  500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n  100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\n  Doin' my thang with this uptown swang\n  Niggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\n  Stuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\n  Every time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\n  Pop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\n  Cuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Now girl I don't mean to be an agitator\n  But when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\n  Ay, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\n  Ya cars like ya home, everthing rented\n  I'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\n  My money comes fast just like a leopard\n  I'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\n  Play wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\n  I'll swing that tool around\n  Then begin the root canal, Blaow\n  (Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\n  Only time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\n  Baldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\n  Iced-out skull heads\n\n  Look like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\n  Sittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n  550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\n  Wit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\n  Hell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\n  Iceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n  28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\n  Cuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\n  You've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\n  You are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\n  Shout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\n  It's like showbiz\n  Ballin\n"},{"id":39726624,"name":"We Fly High (Remix)","trackName":"We Fly High (Remix)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Harlem Diary Of A Summer","duration":285.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n(Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\nLamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\nFrom Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\nFuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\nHip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\nBlack cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\nIt's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n(It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\nI'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\nThe roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\nI brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\nI ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\nOnly thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\nCracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\nNaw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\nBlue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\nYou ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\nEven when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\nAyo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\nNow pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\nPick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\nPick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n(What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\nRetirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\nI'm still spendin' ol' money\nBenjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\nDoin' my thang with this uptown swang\nNiggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\nStuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\nEvery time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\nPop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\nCuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\nForeign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\nNow girl I don't mean to be an agitator\nBut when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\nAy, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\nYa cars like ya home, everthing rented\nI'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\nMy money comes fast just like a leopard\nI'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\nPlay wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\nI'll swing that tool around\nThen begin the root canal, Blaow\n(Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\nOnly time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\nBaldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\nIced-out skull heads\n\nLook like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\nSittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\nWit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\nHell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\nIceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\nCuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\nYou've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\nYou are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\nShout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\nIt's like showbiz\nBallin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High (Remix)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Harlem Diary Of A Summer\n  duration_ms: 284656\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  (Jones) He/She, blowticious (Birdcall!)\n  Lamborghini, is audicious (Flossin!)\n  From Harlem to Hollywood, I'm still hood (yup!)\n  500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood (Speedin!)\n  Fuck-niggas talk about MC's on da hills\n  Hip-Hop is dead, so Killa gave me the wheel (Flea!)\n  Black cards fever get these niggas feelin' ill (Ill!)\n  It's hot fo' now, niggas givin' out deals (Ballin!)\n  (It's all about the Benjamin's baby)\n  I'm flyin' up Lenox in the Bentley, all crazy (Check!)\n  The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass (Uh-huh!)\n  I brought New York back, you niggas ain't got a chance (Remix!)\n\n  I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucked up, Phil died and we all sad\n  Only thing get us by now, and that's to ball, dad\n  5 mil on the crib, 50 on the dogtag\n  Cracks in the deal, that's 20 mil, I done gone mad\n  Naw I had to gon' grab the Spyda at the red light\n  Blue fluorescent headlight, ya betta get ya bread right\n  You ain't a balla, you chase checks, I check right\n  Even when it's dark outside, I bet my neck bright\n\n  Ayo hold up, pick a restaurant, Chows or Chin Chin\n  Now pick a car, which one I ain't been in?\n  Pick a watch, as long as the hand spinnin'\n  Pick a actress, which one I ain't swim in\n  (What about the bride?) The yacht's still on deck\n  Retirement plan, I dropped it on her neck\n  I'm still spendin' ol' money\n  Benjamin's Remix, 10 year ago money muthafuckas\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n\n  500 on the Bentley, 50 G's on the caddy\n  100 G's on my ho, cuz we both livin' lavished\n  Doin' my thang with this uptown swang\n  Niggas get it how we live like money ain't a thang (Ballin!)\n  Stuntin' on dem thangs, every time you see my swagger\n  Every time you see me hang, best believe I got that thang\n  Pop up at da club, niggas show them hoes love\n  Cuz they know we make it rain, so they show a gangsta love\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin')\n  Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Ladies)\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Remix)\n  Now girl I don't mean to be an agitator\n  But when I get movin' I'm a smooth operator\n  Ay, money ain't a thing, that's why I spend it\n  Ya cars like ya home, everthing rented\n  I'll buy your building, you'll be my tenant\n  My money comes fast just like a leopard\n  I'm about my green, no it ain't tennis\n  Play wit' my green, I'll become ya dentist\n  I'll swing that tool around\n  Then begin the root canal, Blaow\n  (Dipset) Boy you don't wanna start it here\n  Only time y'all dudes ball is in a barber's chair\n  Baldheads, I'm taking rock and roll to another level\n  Iced-out skull heads\n\n  Look like I'm skatin' on ice like Kristy Yamaguchi\n  Sittin' up in the Chevy eatin' BlowFish Sushi\n  550 mint-colored Benz, me and Jim\n  Wit' the Band Camp Twins and they blowin' our fluties\n  Hell Rell block, so you know we gettin' kufis\n  Iceberg drop nigga now I'm ridin' goofy\n  28 inches in the air, know I'm ballin'\n  Cuz my whole wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey, Dro\n\n  You've just been included in the Ballaz Extravaganza\n  You are now a Ballaholic, just like my team (Dipset)\n  Shout-outs to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Whoa)\n  It's like showbiz\n  Ballin\n"},{"id":30286600,"name":"we fly high remix","trackName":"we fly high remix","artistName":"jim jones ft. t.i. young dro d","albumName":"DJ Teknikz-If U Buyin We Selli","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I wear a mean dark pair of shades\nAint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent, you dig\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nYa boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign)\nI need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1)\nStay sky high (Twisted), Fly wit the stars (Twinkle,Twinkle)\nT 4? Flights, 80 grand large (Ballin!)\nSo we lean with it, pop with it (Bankhead)\n'Vertible jones, mean with the top listen (Flossin)\nI'm sayin clean with the bottom?(Do It)\nI Hop'd out saggy jeans and my rock glistenin(BALLIN!)\nBut I spent bout 8 grand\nMami on stage doin the rain dance (I think she like me)\nShe let it hit the floor, made it pop (What Else!?)\nGot my pedal to the floor screamin fuck the cops(Do It!)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n(Girl)\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nSlow Down, Tonight may be gone tommorow (One Chance!)\nSo I speed thu life like theres no tommorow (Speedin!)\n100 g's worth of ice on the audermar? (Flossy)\nAnd we in the street life until they call the law (Ballin!)\nI made the whip get naked (What Happen!?)\nWhile I switch gears, Bitch lookin at the bracelet (Got Em)\nStep out, show me what your all about\nFlashbacks of last night of me ballin out (Harlem!)\n1 a.m. we was at the club (What Happen!?)\n2 a.m. Ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing)\nAnd about 3 somethin I was thinkin about grub\nSo I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (Twisted)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n(Girl)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nNigga could you buy that\nI keep 20 in the pocket (Light Change)\nTalk a buck 80 If the bentley is the topic (That grey poupon)\nBut of course gotta fly? (Where?)\nTo the hood to roll dice on the side of the curb\nBut I know a G Bent' may sound obsurd (Get Your Money Up)\nDrive 80 up Lennox cause I got an urge (Speedin)\nThe rap game like the crack game\nLifestyles, rich and famous livin in the fast lane (Ballin!)\nSo when i bleep shorty bleep back\nLou Vutton Belt where im keep all the heat strapped\nI beat the trial over rucker (Lets Do It)\nAll guns loaded in the back motherfucker (Dipset)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building) 2x\n(Girl)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nYou niggas need to stay focus\nWhen your dealin with a motherfuckin G\nYou know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status\nOnly above motherfucka\nThis Dipset ByrdGang We Born To Fly\nYa'll know the rules fall back or fall back\nSomeone tell my bitch summer I'm lookin for her\nYa dig, Another day another dollar\nFast life fucker","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: we fly high remix\n  artist: jim jones ft. t.i. young dro d\n  album: DJ Teknikz-If U Buyin We Selli\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I wear a mean dark pair of shades\n  Aint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent, you dig\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Ya boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign)\n  I need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1)\n  Stay sky high (Twisted), Fly wit the stars (Twinkle,Twinkle)\n  T 4? Flights, 80 grand large (Ballin!)\n  So we lean with it, pop with it (Bankhead)\n  'Vertible jones, mean with the top listen (Flossin)\n  I'm sayin clean with the bottom?(Do It)\n  I Hop'd out saggy jeans and my rock glistenin(BALLIN!)\n  But I spent bout 8 grand\n  Mami on stage doin the rain dance (I think she like me)\n  She let it hit the floor, made it pop (What Else!?)\n  Got my pedal to the floor screamin fuck the cops(Do It!)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n  (Girl)\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Slow Down, Tonight may be gone tommorow (One Chance!)\n  So I speed thu life like theres no tommorow (Speedin!)\n  100 g's worth of ice on the audermar? (Flossy)\n  And we in the street life until they call the law (Ballin!)\n  I made the whip get naked (What Happen!?)\n  While I switch gears, Bitch lookin at the bracelet (Got Em)\n  Step out, show me what your all about\n  Flashbacks of last night of me ballin out (Harlem!)\n  1 a.m. we was at the club (What Happen!?)\n  2 a.m. Ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing)\n  And about 3 somethin I was thinkin about grub\n  So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (Twisted)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n  (Girl)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Nigga could you buy that\n  I keep 20 in the pocket (Light Change)\n  Talk a buck 80 If the bentley is the topic (That grey poupon)\n  But of course gotta fly? (Where?)\n  To the hood to roll dice on the side of the curb\n  But I know a G Bent' may sound obsurd (Get Your Money Up)\n  Drive 80 up Lennox cause I got an urge (Speedin)\n  The rap game like the crack game\n  Lifestyles, rich and famous livin in the fast lane (Ballin!)\n  So when i bleep shorty bleep back\n  Lou Vutton Belt where im keep all the heat strapped\n  I beat the trial over rucker (Lets Do It)\n  All guns loaded in the back motherfucker (Dipset)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building) 2x\n  (Girl)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  You niggas need to stay focus\n  When your dealin with a motherfuckin G\n  You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status\n  Only above motherfucka\n  This Dipset ByrdGang We Born To Fly\n  Ya'll know the rules fall back or fall back\n  Someone tell my bitch summer I'm lookin for her\n  Ya dig, Another day another dollar\n  Fast life fucker\n"},{"id":28175261,"name":"we fly high remix","trackName":"we fly high remix","artistName":"jim jones ft. t.i. young dro d","albumName":"DJ Bobby Black-We Built This C","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I wear a mean dark pair of shades\nAint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent, you dig\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nYa boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign)\nI need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1)\nStay sky high (Twisted), Fly wit the stars (Twinkle,Twinkle)\nT 4? Flights, 80 grand large (Ballin!)\nSo we lean with it, pop with it (Bankhead)\n'Vertible jones, mean with the top listen (Flossin)\nI'm sayin clean with the bottom?(Do It)\nI Hop'd out saggy jeans and my rock glistenin(BALLIN!)\nBut I spent bout 8 grand\nMami on stage doin the rain dance (I think she like me)\nShe let it hit the floor, made it pop (What Else!?)\nGot my pedal to the floor screamin fuck the cops(Do It!)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n(Girl)\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nSlow Down, Tonight may be gone tommorow (One Chance!)\nSo I speed thu life like theres no tommorow (Speedin!)\n100 g's worth of ice on the audermar? (Flossy)\nAnd we in the street life until they call the law (Ballin!)\nI made the whip get naked (What Happen!?)\nWhile I switch gears, Bitch lookin at the bracelet (Got Em)\nStep out, show me what your all about\nFlashbacks of last night of me ballin out (Harlem!)\n1 a.m. we was at the club (What Happen!?)\n2 a.m. Ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing)\nAnd about 3 somethin I was thinkin about grub\nSo I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (Twisted)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n(Girl)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nNigga could you buy that\nI keep 20 in the pocket (Light Change)\nTalk a buck 80 If the bentley is the topic (That grey poupon)\nBut of course gotta fly? (Where?)\nTo the hood to roll dice on the side of the curb\nBut I know a G Bent' may sound obsurd (Get Your Money Up)\nDrive 80 up Lennox cause I got an urge (Speedin)\nThe rap game like the crack game\nLifestyles, rich and famous livin in the fast lane (Ballin!)\nSo when i bleep shorty bleep back\nLou Vutton Belt where im keep all the heat strapped\nI beat the trial over rucker (Lets Do It)\nAll guns loaded in the back motherfucker (Dipset)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building) 2x\n(Girl)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nYou niggas need to stay focus\nWhen your dealin with a motherfuckin G\nYou know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status\nOnly above motherfucka\nThis Dipset ByrdGang We Born To Fly\nYa'll know the rules fall back or fall back\nSomeone tell my bitch summer I'm lookin for her\nYa dig, Another day another dollar\nFast life fucker","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: we fly high remix\n  artist: jim jones ft. t.i. young dro d\n  album: DJ Bobby Black-We Built This C\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I wear a mean dark pair of shades\n  Aint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent, you dig\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Ya boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign)\n  I need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1)\n  Stay sky high (Twisted), Fly wit the stars (Twinkle,Twinkle)\n  T 4? Flights, 80 grand large (Ballin!)\n  So we lean with it, pop with it (Bankhead)\n  'Vertible jones, mean with the top listen (Flossin)\n  I'm sayin clean with the bottom?(Do It)\n  I Hop'd out saggy jeans and my rock glistenin(BALLIN!)\n  But I spent bout 8 grand\n  Mami on stage doin the rain dance (I think she like me)\n  She let it hit the floor, made it pop (What Else!?)\n  Got my pedal to the floor screamin fuck the cops(Do It!)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n  (Girl)\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Slow Down, Tonight may be gone tommorow (One Chance!)\n  So I speed thu life like theres no tommorow (Speedin!)\n  100 g's worth of ice on the audermar? (Flossy)\n  And we in the street life until they call the law (Ballin!)\n  I made the whip get naked (What Happen!?)\n  While I switch gears, Bitch lookin at the bracelet (Got Em)\n  Step out, show me what your all about\n  Flashbacks of last night of me ballin out (Harlem!)\n  1 a.m. we was at the club (What Happen!?)\n  2 a.m. Ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing)\n  And about 3 somethin I was thinkin about grub\n  So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (Twisted)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n  (Girl)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Nigga could you buy that\n  I keep 20 in the pocket (Light Change)\n  Talk a buck 80 If the bentley is the topic (That grey poupon)\n  But of course gotta fly? (Where?)\n  To the hood to roll dice on the side of the curb\n  But I know a G Bent' may sound obsurd (Get Your Money Up)\n  Drive 80 up Lennox cause I got an urge (Speedin)\n  The rap game like the crack game\n  Lifestyles, rich and famous livin in the fast lane (Ballin!)\n  So when i bleep shorty bleep back\n  Lou Vutton Belt where im keep all the heat strapped\n  I beat the trial over rucker (Lets Do It)\n  All guns loaded in the back motherfucker (Dipset)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building) 2x\n  (Girl)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  You niggas need to stay focus\n  When your dealin with a motherfuckin G\n  You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status\n  Only above motherfucka\n  This Dipset ByrdGang We Born To Fly\n  Ya'll know the rules fall back or fall back\n  Someone tell my bitch summer I'm lookin for her\n  Ya dig, Another day another dollar\n  Fast life fucker\n"},{"id":29329407,"name":"We Fly High (Remix)","trackName":"We Fly High (Remix)","artistName":"Jim Jones feat. Baby","albumName":"Big Mike & Evil Empire-Interstate Trafficking 3.0","duration":163.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We fly high, no lie (you hear that?) You know this (let's ride) (ballin'!)\nForeign rides outside (yes sir), it's like showbiz (we in the building)\nWe stay fly (ballin'), no lie, and you know this (ballin'!)\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\nYa boy gettin' paper (money), I buy big cars (foreign)\nEight fly rides just to drive in my garage (choose one!)\nStay sky-high (twisted), fly with the stars (twinkle, twinkle)\nG4 Flights, 80 grand large (ballin'!)\n\nSo we lean with it, pop with it (bankhead)\n'Vertible Jones, mean with the top missin' (flossin'!)\nI'm sittin' clean with the bottom kitted (do it!)\nI hopped out, saggy jeans and my rock glistened (ballin'!)\n\nBut I spent about eight grand\nMami on stage doin' the rain dance (I think she like me)\nShe let it hit the floor, made it pop (what else?)\nGot my pedal to the floor, screamin', \"Fuck the cops\" (do it!)\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\nForeign rides outside, it's like showbiz\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (ballin'!)\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\nSlow down, here tonight, could be gone tomorrow (one chance)\nSo I speed through life like there's no tomorrow (speedin'!)\nHundred G's worth of ice on the Audemars (flossy!)\nAnd we in the street life 'til they call the law (ballin'!)\n\nI made the whip get naked (what happened?)\nWhile I switch gears, bitch lookin' at the bracelet (got 'em)\nStep out, show me what you all about\nFlashbacks to last night of me ballin' out (Harlem!)\n\n1 a.m., we was at the club (what happened?)\n2 a.m., ten bottles of bub (money ain't a thing)\nAnd by three-somethin', I was thinkin' 'bout grub\nSo I stumbled to the car due to drinks and the drugs (twisted)\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\nForeign rides outside, it's like showbiz\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n(Nigga, could you buy that?) I keep 20 in the pocket (light change)\nYou talkin' buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic (that Grey Poupon)\nBut of course gotta fly the Spur (whip)\nTo the hood and roll dice on side the curb (I got bank)\n\nBut I know a G a bet may sound absurd (get your money up!)\nDrive 80 up Lenox 'cause I got a urge (speedin', speedin')\nThe rap game, like the crack game\nLifestyle rich, famous, livin' in the fast lane (ballin', ballin')\n\nSo when I bleep, shorty bleep back\nLou' Vuitton belt where I'm keepin' all the heat strapped (loaded)\nI beat the trial over Rucker (let's do it!)\nAll guns loaded, and I'm back, motherfucker (Dipset)\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\nForeign rides outside, it's like showbiz\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\nForeign rides outside, it's like showbiz (ballin')\nWe stay fly (stay fly), no lie (no lie), and you know this (ballin')\nHips and thighs (ayy), oh my (oh, my), stay focused (oh, oh)\n\nChyeah, you niggas need to stay focused\nWhen you dealin' with a motherfuckin' G\nYou know my name, Jones\nOne Eye, Capo Status, all the above, motherfucker\nThis Dipset, ByrdGang, we born to fly\nY'all know the rules, fall back or fall back\nSomeone tell my bitch Summer I'm lookin' for her, ya dig?\nAnother day, another dollar, fast life fucker\n\nWe stay fly (Dipset), no lie, and you know this\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High (Remix)\n  artist: Jim Jones feat. Baby\n  album: Big Mike & Evil Empire-Interstate Trafficking 3.0\n  duration_ms: 163000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We fly high, no lie (you hear that?) You know this (let's ride) (ballin'!)\n  Foreign rides outside (yes sir), it's like showbiz (we in the building)\n  We stay fly (ballin'), no lie, and you know this (ballin'!)\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  Ya boy gettin' paper (money), I buy big cars (foreign)\n  Eight fly rides just to drive in my garage (choose one!)\n  Stay sky-high (twisted), fly with the stars (twinkle, twinkle)\n  G4 Flights, 80 grand large (ballin'!)\n\n  So we lean with it, pop with it (bankhead)\n  'Vertible Jones, mean with the top missin' (flossin'!)\n  I'm sittin' clean with the bottom kitted (do it!)\n  I hopped out, saggy jeans and my rock glistened (ballin'!)\n\n  But I spent about eight grand\n  Mami on stage doin' the rain dance (I think she like me)\n  She let it hit the floor, made it pop (what else?)\n  Got my pedal to the floor, screamin', \"Fuck the cops\" (do it!)\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\n  Foreign rides outside, it's like showbiz\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (ballin'!)\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  Slow down, here tonight, could be gone tomorrow (one chance)\n  So I speed through life like there's no tomorrow (speedin'!)\n  Hundred G's worth of ice on the Audemars (flossy!)\n  And we in the street life 'til they call the law (ballin'!)\n\n  I made the whip get naked (what happened?)\n  While I switch gears, bitch lookin' at the bracelet (got 'em)\n  Step out, show me what you all about\n  Flashbacks to last night of me ballin' out (Harlem!)\n\n  1 a.m., we was at the club (what happened?)\n  2 a.m., ten bottles of bub (money ain't a thing)\n  And by three-somethin', I was thinkin' 'bout grub\n  So I stumbled to the car due to drinks and the drugs (twisted)\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\n  Foreign rides outside, it's like showbiz\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  (Nigga, could you buy that?) I keep 20 in the pocket (light change)\n  You talkin' buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic (that Grey Poupon)\n  But of course gotta fly the Spur (whip)\n  To the hood and roll dice on side the curb (I got bank)\n\n  But I know a G a bet may sound absurd (get your money up!)\n  Drive 80 up Lenox 'cause I got a urge (speedin', speedin')\n  The rap game, like the crack game\n  Lifestyle rich, famous, livin' in the fast lane (ballin', ballin')\n\n  So when I bleep, shorty bleep back\n  Lou' Vuitton belt where I'm keepin' all the heat strapped (loaded)\n  I beat the trial over Rucker (let's do it!)\n  All guns loaded, and I'm back, motherfucker (Dipset)\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\n  Foreign rides outside, it's like showbiz\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\n  Foreign rides outside, it's like showbiz (ballin')\n  We stay fly (stay fly), no lie (no lie), and you know this (ballin')\n  Hips and thighs (ayy), oh my (oh, my), stay focused (oh, oh)\n\n  Chyeah, you niggas need to stay focused\n  When you dealin' with a motherfuckin' G\n  You know my name, Jones\n  One Eye, Capo Status, all the above, motherfucker\n  This Dipset, ByrdGang, we born to fly\n  Y'all know the rules, fall back or fall back\n  Someone tell my bitch Summer I'm lookin' for her, ya dig?\n  Another day, another dollar, fast life fucker\n\n  We stay fly (Dipset), no lie, and you know this\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n"},{"id":29189649,"name":"We Fly High [remix]","trackName":"We Fly High [remix]","artistName":"Jim Jones feat. 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You know this (let's ride) (ballin'!)\nForeign rides outside (yes sir), it's like showbiz (we in the building)\nWe stay fly (ballin'), no lie, and you know this (ballin'!)\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\nYa boy gettin' paper (money), I buy big cars (foreign)\nEight fly rides just to drive in my garage (choose one!)\nStay sky-high (twisted), fly with the stars (twinkle, twinkle)\nG4 Flights, 80 grand large (ballin'!)\n\nSo we lean with it, pop with it (bankhead)\n'Vertible Jones, mean with the top missin' (flossin'!)\nI'm sittin' clean with the bottom kitted (do it!)\nI hopped out, saggy jeans and my rock glistened (ballin'!)\n\nBut I spent about eight grand\nMami on stage doin' the rain dance (I think she like me)\nShe let it hit the floor, made it pop (what else?)\nGot my pedal to the floor, screamin', \"Fuck the cops\" (do it!)\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\nForeign rides outside, it's like showbiz\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this (ballin'!)\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\nSlow down, here tonight, could be gone tomorrow (one chance)\nSo I speed through life like there's no tomorrow (speedin'!)\nHundred G's worth of ice on the Audemars (flossy!)\nAnd we in the street life 'til they call the law (ballin'!)\n\nI made the whip get naked (what happened?)\nWhile I switch gears, bitch lookin' at the bracelet (got 'em)\nStep out, show me what you all about\nFlashbacks to last night of me ballin' out (Harlem!)\n\n1 a.m., we was at the club (what happened?)\n2 a.m., ten bottles of bub (money ain't a thing)\nAnd by three-somethin', I was thinkin' 'bout grub\nSo I stumbled to the car due to drinks and the drugs (twisted)\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\nForeign rides outside, it's like showbiz\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n(Nigga, could you buy that?) I keep 20 in the pocket (light change)\nYou talkin' buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic (that Grey Poupon)\nBut of course gotta fly the Spur (whip)\nTo the hood and roll dice on side the curb (I got bank)\n\nBut I know a G a bet may sound absurd (get your money up!)\nDrive 80 up Lenox 'cause I got a urge (speedin', speedin')\nThe rap game, like the crack game\nLifestyle rich, famous, livin' in the fast lane (ballin', ballin')\n\nSo when I bleep, shorty bleep back\nLou' Vuitton belt where I'm keepin' all the heat strapped (loaded)\nI beat the trial over Rucker (let's do it!)\nAll guns loaded, and I'm back, motherfucker (Dipset)\n\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\nForeign rides outside, it's like showbiz\nWe fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\nForeign rides outside, it's like showbiz (ballin')\nWe stay fly (stay fly), no lie (no lie), and you know this (ballin')\nHips and thighs (ayy), oh my (oh, my), stay focused (oh, oh)\n\nChyeah, you niggas need to stay focused\nWhen you dealin' with a motherfuckin' G\nYou know my name, Jones\nOne Eye, Capo Status, all the above, motherfucker\nThis Dipset, ByrdGang, we born to fly\nY'all know the rules, fall back or fall back\nSomeone tell my bitch Summer I'm lookin' for her, ya dig?\nAnother day, another dollar, fast life fucker\n\nWe stay fly (Dipset), no lie, and you know this\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\nWe stay fly, no lie, and you know this\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High [remix]\n  artist: Jim Jones feat. Baby\n  album: 'The Hood News: I Run Hip-Hop 2'\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We fly high, no lie (you hear that?) You know this (let's ride) (ballin'!)\n  Foreign rides outside (yes sir), it's like showbiz (we in the building)\n  We stay fly (ballin'), no lie, and you know this (ballin'!)\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  Ya boy gettin' paper (money), I buy big cars (foreign)\n  Eight fly rides just to drive in my garage (choose one!)\n  Stay sky-high (twisted), fly with the stars (twinkle, twinkle)\n  G4 Flights, 80 grand large (ballin'!)\n\n  So we lean with it, pop with it (bankhead)\n  'Vertible Jones, mean with the top missin' (flossin'!)\n  I'm sittin' clean with the bottom kitted (do it!)\n  I hopped out, saggy jeans and my rock glistened (ballin'!)\n\n  But I spent about eight grand\n  Mami on stage doin' the rain dance (I think she like me)\n  She let it hit the floor, made it pop (what else?)\n  Got my pedal to the floor, screamin', \"Fuck the cops\" (do it!)\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\n  Foreign rides outside, it's like showbiz\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (ballin'!)\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  Slow down, here tonight, could be gone tomorrow (one chance)\n  So I speed through life like there's no tomorrow (speedin'!)\n  Hundred G's worth of ice on the Audemars (flossy!)\n  And we in the street life 'til they call the law (ballin'!)\n\n  I made the whip get naked (what happened?)\n  While I switch gears, bitch lookin' at the bracelet (got 'em)\n  Step out, show me what you all about\n  Flashbacks to last night of me ballin' out (Harlem!)\n\n  1 a.m., we was at the club (what happened?)\n  2 a.m., ten bottles of bub (money ain't a thing)\n  And by three-somethin', I was thinkin' 'bout grub\n  So I stumbled to the car due to drinks and the drugs (twisted)\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\n  Foreign rides outside, it's like showbiz\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n\n  (Nigga, could you buy that?) I keep 20 in the pocket (light change)\n  You talkin' buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic (that Grey Poupon)\n  But of course gotta fly the Spur (whip)\n  To the hood and roll dice on side the curb (I got bank)\n\n  But I know a G a bet may sound absurd (get your money up!)\n  Drive 80 up Lenox 'cause I got a urge (speedin', speedin')\n  The rap game, like the crack game\n  Lifestyle rich, famous, livin' in the fast lane (ballin', ballin')\n\n  So when I bleep, shorty bleep back\n  Lou' Vuitton belt where I'm keepin' all the heat strapped (loaded)\n  I beat the trial over Rucker (let's do it!)\n  All guns loaded, and I'm back, motherfucker (Dipset)\n\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\n  Foreign rides outside, it's like showbiz\n  We fly high, no lie, you know this (ballin'!)\n  Foreign rides outside, it's like showbiz (ballin')\n  We stay fly (stay fly), no lie (no lie), and you know this (ballin')\n  Hips and thighs (ayy), oh my (oh, my), stay focused (oh, oh)\n\n  Chyeah, you niggas need to stay focused\n  When you dealin' with a motherfuckin' G\n  You know my name, Jones\n  One Eye, Capo Status, all the above, motherfucker\n  This Dipset, ByrdGang, we born to fly\n  Y'all know the rules, fall back or fall back\n  Someone tell my bitch Summer I'm lookin' for her, ya dig?\n  Another day, another dollar, fast life fucker\n\n  We stay fly (Dipset), no lie, and you know this\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n  We stay fly, no lie, and you know this\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n"},{"id":29784663,"name":"we fly high remix","trackName":"we fly high remix","artistName":"jim jones ft. jay-z juelz sant","albumName":"DJ Coolbreeze-Thug Immunity (C","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I wear a mean dark pair of shades\nAint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent, you dig\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nYa boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign)\nI need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1)\nStay sky high (Twisted), Fly wit the stars (Twinkle,Twinkle)\nT 4? Flights, 80 grand large (Ballin!)\nSo we lean with it, pop with it (Bankhead)\n'Vertible jones, mean with the top listen (Flossin)\nI'm sayin clean with the bottom?(Do It)\nI Hop'd out saggy jeans and my rock glistenin(BALLIN!)\nBut I spent bout 8 grand\nMami on stage doin the rain dance (I think she like me)\nShe let it hit the floor, made it pop (What Else!?)\nGot my pedal to the floor screamin fuck the cops(Do It!)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n(Girl)\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nSlow Down, Tonight may be gone tommorow (One Chance!)\nSo I speed thu life like theres no tommorow (Speedin!)\n100 g's worth of ice on the audermar? (Flossy)\nAnd we in the street life until they call the law (Ballin!)\nI made the whip get naked (What Happen!?)\nWhile I switch gears, Bitch lookin at the bracelet (Got Em)\nStep out, show me what your all about\nFlashbacks of last night of me ballin out (Harlem!)\n1 a.m. we was at the club (What Happen!?)\n2 a.m. Ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing)\nAnd about 3 somethin I was thinkin about grub\nSo I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (Twisted)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n(Girl)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nNigga could you buy that\nI keep 20 in the pocket (Light Change)\nTalk a buck 80 If the bentley is the topic (That grey poupon)\nBut of course gotta fly? (Where?)\nTo the hood to roll dice on the side of the curb\nBut I know a G Bent' may sound obsurd (Get Your Money Up)\nDrive 80 up Lennox cause I got an urge (Speedin)\nThe rap game like the crack game\nLifestyles, rich and famous livin in the fast lane (Ballin!)\nSo when i bleep shorty bleep back\nLou Vutton Belt where im keep all the heat strapped\nI beat the trial over rucker (Lets Do It)\nAll guns loaded in the back motherfucker (Dipset)\n\nWe fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nForeign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building) 2x\n(Girl)\nWe stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\nHips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\nYou niggas need to stay focus\nWhen your dealin with a motherfuckin G\nYou know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status\nOnly above motherfucka\nThis Dipset ByrdGang We Born To Fly\nYa'll know the rules fall back or fall back\nSomeone tell my bitch summer I'm lookin for her\nYa dig, Another day another dollar\nFast life fucker","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: we fly high remix\n  artist: jim jones ft. jay-z juelz sant\n  album: DJ Coolbreeze-Thug Immunity (C\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I wear a mean dark pair of shades\n  Aint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent, you dig\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Ya boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign)\n  I need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1)\n  Stay sky high (Twisted), Fly wit the stars (Twinkle,Twinkle)\n  T 4? Flights, 80 grand large (Ballin!)\n  So we lean with it, pop with it (Bankhead)\n  'Vertible jones, mean with the top listen (Flossin)\n  I'm sayin clean with the bottom?(Do It)\n  I Hop'd out saggy jeans and my rock glistenin(BALLIN!)\n  But I spent bout 8 grand\n  Mami on stage doin the rain dance (I think she like me)\n  She let it hit the floor, made it pop (What Else!?)\n  Got my pedal to the floor screamin fuck the cops(Do It!)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n  (Girl)\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Slow Down, Tonight may be gone tommorow (One Chance!)\n  So I speed thu life like theres no tommorow (Speedin!)\n  100 g's worth of ice on the audermar? (Flossy)\n  And we in the street life until they call the law (Ballin!)\n  I made the whip get naked (What Happen!?)\n  While I switch gears, Bitch lookin at the bracelet (Got Em)\n  Step out, show me what your all about\n  Flashbacks of last night of me ballin out (Harlem!)\n  1 a.m. we was at the club (What Happen!?)\n  2 a.m. Ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing)\n  And about 3 somethin I was thinkin about grub\n  So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (Twisted)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz\n  (Girl)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  Nigga could you buy that\n  I keep 20 in the pocket (Light Change)\n  Talk a buck 80 If the bentley is the topic (That grey poupon)\n  But of course gotta fly? (Where?)\n  To the hood to roll dice on the side of the curb\n  But I know a G Bent' may sound obsurd (Get Your Money Up)\n  Drive 80 up Lennox cause I got an urge (Speedin)\n  The rap game like the crack game\n  Lifestyles, rich and famous livin in the fast lane (Ballin!)\n  So when i bleep shorty bleep back\n  Lou Vutton Belt where im keep all the heat strapped\n  I beat the trial over rucker (Lets Do It)\n  All guns loaded in the back motherfucker (Dipset)\n\n  We fly high, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building) 2x\n  (Girl)\n  We stay fly, No Lie,You know this (Ballin!)\n  Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus\n\n  You niggas need to stay focus\n  When your dealin with a motherfuckin G\n  You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status\n  Only above motherfucka\n  This Dipset ByrdGang We Born To Fly\n  Ya'll know the rules fall back or fall back\n  Someone tell my bitch summer I'm lookin for her\n  Ya dig, Another day another dollar\n  Fast life fucker\n"},{"id":1824610,"name":"We Fly High (remix)","trackName":"We Fly High (remix)","artistName":"Jim Jones feat. 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Another day another dollar, the fast life ******\n\nWe stay fly, no lie and you know this\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\nWe stay fly, no lie and you know this\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High (remix)\n  artist: Jim Jones feat. 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Another day another dollar, the fast life ******\n\n  We stay fly, no lie and you know this\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n  We stay fly, no lie and you know this\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n"},{"id":29786977,"name":"We Fly High (remix)","trackName":"We Fly High (remix)","artistName":"Jim Jones feat. 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Another day another dollar, the fast life ******\n\nWe stay fly, no lie and you know this\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\nWe stay fly, no lie and you know this\nHips and thighs, oh my, stay focused","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Fly High (remix)\n  artist: Jim Jones feat. 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Another day another dollar, the fast life ******\n\n  We stay fly, no lie and you know this\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n  We stay fly, no lie and you know this\n  Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused\n"}]