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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Ne-Yo
Ne-Yo
Vocals
Andre Cleghorn
Andre Cleghorn
Bass Guitar
Rennie Johnson
Rennie Johnson
Electric Guitar
DJ Clark Kent
DJ Clark Kent
Programming
Mud Remedy
Mud Remedy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Jodd Knight
Jodd Knight
Songwriter
Marco Richardson
Marco Richardson
Songwriter
Emanuel Johnson
Emanuel Johnson
Songwriter
Mike Stokes
Mike Stokes
Songwriter
Steve Arrington
Steve Arrington
Songwriter
Leroy Bonner
Leroy Bonner
Songwriter
William DeVaughn
William DeVaughn
Songwriter
Buddy L. Hank
Buddy L. Hank
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Marshall Jones
Marshall Jones
Songwriter
Ralph Middlebrook
Ralph Middlebrook
Songwriter
Walter Morrison
Walter Morrison
Songwriter
Norman Napier
Norman Napier
Songwriter
Andrew Noland
Andrew Noland
Songwriter
Roger Parker
Roger Parker
Songwriter
Lorenzo Patterson
Lorenzo Patterson
Songwriter
Marvin Pierce
Marvin Pierce
Songwriter
Gregory Webster
Gregory Webster
Songwriter
Eric Wright
Eric Wright
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
CARTER, CHARLES C
CARTER, CHARLES C
Songwriter
Shaffer Smith
Shaffer Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Clark Kent
DJ Clark Kent
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Recording Engineer
Scott Berger-Felder
Scott Berger-Felder
Recording Engineer
Jaymz Hardy-Martin III
Jaymz Hardy-Martin III
Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Mud Remedy
Mud Remedy
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
[Instrumental]
From my **** Diddy view, I think I see his vision too
Purple Rain over Central Park, chillin' with my goons
Big Pop's and Sade's, Cirocs and Chardonnay's
My Cassie's sassy so my penthouse my balloon
We doin' it big, it's goin' down, 9/11
I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911
I been tryna fuck for months, baby girl, it's now or never
Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms, we shall weather
Uh, we shinin' when it's pitch dark
Yeah, this bitch a movie, but this time, I play a big part (Uh)
Fuck the marketin', look at what I'm accomplishin'
I'm beatin' **** by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton
[Chorus]
All these cars, all these stars all around me (Super high)
Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh)
'Cause we are, we are super high
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah (Yeah, yeah, bring your sexy ass over here, baby)
[Verse 1]
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
And she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back (Uh)
I wanna take my bitch around the globe
Hawaii hang-gliding in the mountains, shittin' on these hoes (Woo)
Red Bottoms by the barrel
Pop them Giuseppe tags like it's American Apparel
Twenty thousand up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me
Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army
Andele, andele, baby, move fast (Yeah)
She drop it down and bring it back, I like that (I like that)
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
So she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back
[Chorus]
All these cars, all these stars all around me (Super high)
Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh)
'Cause we are, we are super high (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
[PostChorus]
If you're lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with The Boss, take a look (Woo)
I'm super fly (Forever), I'm super high (Yeah)
You gettin' yours, I'm gettin' mine
[Verse 2]
Ooh, woman of a caliber
Only seen in magazines and calendars (Ah)
And I'm sittin' with Ms. October
'Cause my birthday's in October (Sittin' with Ms. 'Tober)
Strawberry in her Rosé (Oh)
I can see it in her eye as she wink and she toast me (Oh)
And later on, we gonna mosey
To a place less populated and get cosy
[Chorus]
If you're lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Super high, Rozay)
(What the fuck are they yellin'?) Rozay
'Cause we are, we are, super high (What the fuck are they yellin'?)
Ooh, yeah (What the fuck are they yellin'?)
Ooh, yeah (What the fuck are they yellin'?)
[PostChorus]
If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the boss, take a look
I'm super fly, I'm super high
You gettin' yours, I'm gettin' mine (Maybach Music)
[Outro]
What the fuck are they yellin'?
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Super high)
What the fuck are they yellin'?
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay)
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay)
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay)
What the fuck are they yellin'?
What the fuck are they yellin'? (Super high, ooh)
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Andrew Noland, Buddy L. Hank, Charles Carter, Emanuel Johnson, Eric Wright, Gregory Webster, Jodd Knight, Leroy Bonner, Lorenzo Patterson, Marco Richardson, Marshall Jones, Marvin Pierce, Mike Stokes, Norman Napier, O'Shea Jackson, Ralph Middlebrook, Roger Parker, Shaffer Smith, Steve Arrington, Walter Morrison, Waung Hankerson, William DeVaughn, William Roberts
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