Stu - Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J

Get higher get higher…

Get higher get higher…

Get higher get higher…

Get higher get higher…

We can get higher when you want

Get higher

My jeans cost a thousand

My whip from the old school

Nothin' but bosses around us

And you ain’t got no pool

So much champagne, I drowned in it

OG, rolled a pound of it

Keep it G, like the sound of it

Came to spend money, who’s countin' it?

I’m the realest in the drop, just left the dealer

In this outfit I’m a killer, tell the coppers I ain’t innocent

If it’s poppin', then I’m in it

Own it all, you probably rent it

When I talk, you niggas listen

Thirty thousand, I’mma spend it

Hella bottles in my section

Throwin' money on the floor

No, I ain’t on the guest list

I walk right in through the door

I’m so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

I’m so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

I’m so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

I’m so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

Mixing gin up with the Tequila

Smokin' reefer

Got it twisted thinkin' I don’t get fucked up

Make you a believer

Camera’s outside, there go young Khalifa

No keys, left the 69 inside

Cuz my license just expired

I’m in my Cadillac I don’t drive

Hit the club and get so high

And I don’t really know 'bout yall

But all of my niggas got bank

I’m payin' for all of these bottles

I’m a boss nigga, fuck you think?

Good weed, good drink, better clothes

Fast cars, club owners let us smoke

Grind hard

You don’t work hard, you’ll never know

How it feel, to have a couple niggas that’s real

Hella bottles in my section

Throwin' money on the floor

No, I ain’t on the guest list

I walk right in through the door

I’m so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

I’m so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

I’m so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

I’m so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

Get Higher!