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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

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