Flying High - Chipmunk

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 spray 8

yep, all over the damn place

or in a haters damn face

Dolce and Gabanna, I aint into bandana’s

might fly to Barbados, try and find some Rihanna’s

I’m running this jungle, can’t touch me I’m hammer

and I’m a lion king, a kuna matatta

no worries at all, no footy, I ball

I’m on my Apple shit, women I’m Mac’ing 'em all

Capital summertime ball

yeah I can rock a crowd, you saw that hook coming

lets sing it loud

I’m stacking my chedder, I’ve never been better

it’s now or its never, you know we flying high

(ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)

I got 'em singing like

(ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)

You know we flying high

You know we flying high

Still putting on for my team

and stupid niggas wifey’s

and all the girls like me

including the dikeys

the life of the party

my queen on my body

she smelling my neck, thats Issey Miyake

I keep it so cool, but I am no fool

these niggas with me don’t know vocals but they pro-tools

pour me a glass, toast G

I’m fucking bossy, fuck being Lowkey (ooh!)

and you know I can rock a crowd

you feel that hook coming, lets sing it now

I’m stacking my chedder, I’ve never been better

it’s now or its never, you know we flying high

(ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)

I got 'em singing like

(ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)

You know we flying high

You know we flying high

You know we flying high

(ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)

I got 'em singing like

(ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)