Juicy J, Project Pat, Wiz Khalifa - UP lyrics

I get that money and throw it up in the sky
Get that KK weed and blow it up in the sky
Got a condo out in Beverley
Hills up in the sky
Number one on the charts
We going up in the sky
We going up, we going up in the sky
Get that KK weed and blow it up in the sky
Got a condo out in Beverley
Hills up in the sky
Number one on the charts
We going up in the sky

Just got a call, it might be your bitch
Tryna hit the bong, tryna bond
Sure she blowing up my iPhone 6
Always gotta smile, my spirit stay rich
I'm focused on the love
The haters don't exist
But shit get hard, I really must admit
So I stay on my grind, away from the bullshit
Take another dab
Blow this smoke out like it's hookah
You want a computer, shit is real

I get that money and throw it up in the sky
Get that KK weed and blow it up in the sky
Got a condo out in Beverley
Hills up in the sky
Number one on the charts
We going up in the sky
We going up, we going up in the sky
Get that KK weed and blow it up in the sky
Got a condo out in Beverley
Hills up in the sky
Number one on the charts
We going up in the sky

I stay posted in the sky
Shitting on them like a bird
Mad cause I block their calls
Ratchets get on my nerves
Scratch my Forgi's on the curb
So I bought another car
'Bout to pour me up some drinks
And shots on me at the bar
Ain't no way I ever stop
My next door neighbour's Augustus
My bitch coming straight from Venus
My kush coming straight from Mars
You know all we blow is loud
We flex with the check and ball
Holding heavy metal
You would think a nigga play guitar

I get that money and throw it up in the sky
Get that KK weed and blow it up in the sky
Got a condo out in Beverley
Hills up in the sky
Number one on the charts
We going up in the sky
We going up, we going up in the sky
Get that KK weed and blow it up in the sky
Got a condo out in Beverley
Hills up in the sky
Number one on the charts
We going up in the sky

I remember days when a nigga
Couldn't blaze nothing J
Locked down in a cell dog
I was 10 hours away from this day
Niggas balling when he out this bitch
Gucci, Louis down
Fresh to death like a casket
Pass the shit, inhaling green
I'm in the lab like
Baby mama head in my lap
Getting her mind right
Slow head like for show bread
I ain't worried about nothin'
Used to be worried 'bout
Fighting these cases
Now I'm worried 'bout stuntin'

I get that money and throw it up in the sky
Get that KK weed and blow it up in the sky
Got a condo out in Beverley
Hills up in the sky
Number one on the charts
We going up in the sky
We going up, we going up in the sky
Get that KK weed and blow it up in the sky
Got a condo out in Beverley
Hills up in the sky
Number one on the charts
We going up in the sky