I come through the spot, stun is on the eyes
Fitted to the side, 20’s on the ride
Some say I’m fly, they say I’m the best
Catch me in the sky with the S on my chest
Chicks call me Superman
Super duper lover, just in case it rain
Keep the Coup Ville for covers
Unless it rain dollars
Then your talkin' money
Bein' broke ain’t a joke
Bein' rich must be funny
And me I’m tryin' ta laugh
Count a lil cash, walk in, walk out
Grab shorty with the ass, take her back to my pad
But no not the crib, I mean the helicopter
Let me show you how I live
See I could take you high
Spend a little dough
Shut them all down
Take you out them plain clothes
Baby I could make you fly
Do it in the day
So tell me if you down
Baby what you got to say
She said hold up, wait
Look up in the sky
It’s a bird, it’s a plane
No, it’s me
Now tell me what you like
'Cause I can make it life
Them other niggas did it wrong
See I can make it right
Had ya neck filled with ice, juicy Couture
Velor jumpsuit, princess for the night
Keep ya draped in the best
Blue marine dress
They call me Mr. Fly I keep the S on my chest
See I move faster than a bullet
So I can hold ya down
I could jump big buildings in a single bound
That’s why they call me Superman, super, duper lover
Imagine what the boy Mims do beneath the covers
I ain’t 702, but you complete my stillo
Look up in the sky, got you flyin' in the G4
See we flyin', better yet we soar and it’s lonely at the top
But the bottom is so boring, bottom of the pot
Ya'll niggers in sole order, whenever they see me like
The people wind up on me like
Hold up, wait
Look up in the sky
It’s a bird, it’s a plane
No, it’s me
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