Up (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Project Pat)

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 Beverly 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 Beverly 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 bone

So 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 the smoke out like it's hookah

You on the 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 Beverly 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 Beverly Hills up in the sky

Number one on the charts we going up in the sky

I stay posted in the sky

Shittin' on 'em like a bird

Mad cause I blocked they call

Ratchets get on my nerves

Scratch my Forgi's on the curb

So I bought another car

Bout to pour me up some drinks

It's shots on me at the bar

Ain't no way I ever starve

My next door neighbors are the stars

My bitch comin' straight from Venus

My kush comin' straight from Mars

You know all we blow is loud

We flex with that check and ball

Holdin' 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 Beverly 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 Beverly 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 nothin' J

Locked down in a cell dawg, I was ten hours away

From this day, nigga that is ballin' when I'm out this bitch

Gucci, Louis down, fresh to death like a casket, it past the shit

Inhalin' green I'm in the limelight

Baby mama head in my lap, gettin' her mind right

Slow head like for sure red, I ain't worried bout nothin'

Used to be worried bout fightin' 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 Beverly 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 Beverly Hills up in the sky

Number one on the charts we going up in the sky