TM88 - UP lyrics

[Hook: Juicy J] 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 [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Just got a call, it might be your b**h 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 sh** get hard, I really must admit So I stay on my grind, away from the bullsh** Take another dab, blow this smoke out like it's hookah You want a computer, sh** is real [Hook: Juicy J] 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 [Verse 2: Juicy J] I stay posted in the sky, sh**ting 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 b**h 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 n***a play guitar [Hook: Juicy J] 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 [Verse 3: Project Pat] I remember days when a n***a couldn't blaze nothing J Locked down in a cell dog, I was 10 hours away From this day, n***as balling when he out this b**h Gucci, Louis down, fresh to d**h like a casket Pa** the sh**, 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' [Hook: Juicy J] 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