Fuck the money and the white sand and shit When it's said and done you gunna understand this shit Your man talking about Hummers and little cars That
LeBron, ask Shaq what he need man, made a call, now we got him up in Cleveland, take a flight in the evening, be back in the morning, it must be the G man
, so many ways And we could only hold out for so many days And got enough points to score but you shaving Hell yeah, I'm anxious, but you craving Time keep flying
Hen It's the birdy, birdy man I'll do it again In the Cadillac truck 24's with 10's Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time 6 bad broads flying in
You know, you know How the story go You just jumped my style You just stole my flow You just seen me out You gets no hello And you wonder why? Man you
m tatted out my mind literally I'm out my mind. I'm G'd up all the time. On some G Shit Be Quiet! [Hook] Jewerly too loud man I need to be quiet. What
spin when the ping load in, Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud [Verse 4 - Lil' Chuckee] Young money lil' G, Battle juice in my blood, Jumpin' at ya boy, Man
stop em from dancing They just show off wall to wall they go off Lil Wayne Get how you live or die trying Smoking on that G 5 We call it high flying
Soop, Soop, Soop-a-man It's on Hah Well it's the Soopaman Lovah in your motherfuckin town Get down go round and round like shocks on your G-spot Honeydip
[Hook] You know we flying high (ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah) I got 'em singing like (ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah) Ten bottles today man lets drink 2 and
man dem They're only bad with ten man dem Always chatting 'bout len man dem End up stuck in the ends man dem That's dem man dem, see dem man dem They
flying like a plane All I need is a runway for my landing Power to the women no one night stand thing Keep it loyal to a brother like I am to my man dem
all you know (know) I just want a better life But you won't breakaway... [Tinchy] Yeah... And I move on the roadside G And I get that doe like the roadside G
and registration Uh, officer is there a problem man whats going on? Yeah I had a report of a UFO What's that? An unidentified Ferrari looking object Flying
you figure out flying [Chorus] Nigga how high, so high that I could touch the sky How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo' bitch Nigga please, my squad stack plenty of G
kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and made up For every real nigga with his gun on him, hate up Flying
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all Been waiting on this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man,
